lost my balance just the other day
a fleeting moment of uncertainty
age creeping over my shoulder
makes me think twice, on all maters
locating the “perceived,” is getting harder
my home-grown philosophies imbedded
dogging my footprints
in this dark space, I find myself in
it’s weirder, than fiction
out of nowhere, comes these lines
are all things, just dreams in translation?
finding their way to my page without any forethought
calligraphy, is alive in my mind
decorating my verse in to, making it special for me
I am my own audience after all!
