In the back of my mind
you are always there...
Lost in my own world,
I feel like I don't belong...
Can the wind blow in the other direction,
Away from my rising imperfection...
Sometimes I wish I could be a kid again
So when life gets tough you can just play pretend...
Cigar smoke drifts across the room
and cradles the aroma of fresh espresso...
In nine short months I hope to enter
the eighth decade of my life, with...
And who would I have been had I stayed
Would I have tasted the same happiness...
It doesn't matter what I think
It doesn't matter what I play...
Am I to paddle pointlessly in life?
Am I to soar senselessly in striving...
Im tired of getting in trouble
for things i do right...
Before the dawn again I awoke.
Thoughts of yesterday gone unbroken...
I loosen my hair in the wind,
writing fragments of poetry...