Thinking

Sometimes I look at myself
And
Know how lost I am....But
How do I find myself
Again?

Will it be in God?
Will it be in the eyes of a beautiful woman?
Will it be in the pleasure of poems or cooking?

All my strong business savvy is gone-
Not
That I had a lot.

Interesting how people walk by me
And
Are not shy to look at what I write-
Is it rude?
Not really-human curiosity.

"Lost in a snow filled sky"
How do I escape myself?