I look at my life in so many ways.
So varied it often leaves me dazed...
How much we are served
Should not be proportionate...
Life is more than reminders
With which we made a note...
If the world was ending,
What would I do...
From the road to the sky,
I find myself at peace when I fly...
Like water showing a reflection,
My mind is lost with no direction...
With perfect vision
One can still miss the target...
I was clearing up my garden
As last night there was a storm...
Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...
Faceless spectres stand in silent accusation
as cloying darkness compresses light into void...
Why am I at risk
Is a question I ask everyday...
Autism, oh what a mystery
Living life in a different reality...