pandemic is on the run
concessions all gone, time to stand up...

prophets and sages are all swimming in the dark...
what is in store for all of us...

lost my balance just the other day
a fleeting moment of uncertainty...

when upon my rounds, I encounter reality on my...
these are your times my times...

can my growing old, be translated into words?
old friends swapping stories, of ailments...

lost in a dream, eyes shut to block out starkness!
building with my imagination, our future...

you see what you want to see!
your spin dictates your narrative...

“me” I am who I think I am
my heart humble? or just an ego driven prick...

driving in the fast lane, burning up a life
like firecrackers on Gi fox...

when I am short on inspiration, searching for...

a stark reminder that reflections, are not always...
delusion a comforter of note...

crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...