I am, out here on my own.
Flat lining!
All along my way it’s been a life, in a fever.
Burning up my years, leaving me thirsty for more.
It’s hard to digest, this is my reality, on steroids.
Shrinking walls, closing in on my stage.
Trimming my physical capabilities, leaving me frustrated,
Driving me into my mind,
This be my spot!
Looking through the lenses of yester year
Marvelling at the wonders unfolding in real time.
What a privilege this has become?
We stand on the shoulders of genius,
Every answer, just a question away,
