24/7 chaos taking me by the hand now
I lose my mind/religion to gridlock
Smelling the roses in Grandma's garden
A lost soul drifts towards meditation
Tomorrow brings more PTA's
A cold beer in my hand
Yes!!
Realizing that my present is not my future; A blank wall stares at a somber character.
Moments leaving me barely conscious
I exist within a long-lost past
Fools try
Fools cry
Memories become a marker to surreal thoughts
"Golden Boys" fall from grace
Early morning showers come/go
Another sinner repents
Moving down "The Yellow Brick Road"
Finding Nemo..
The bi-polar brain is winding down quickly
Manic activity reaches a point of climax
Dreams become impossible at the moment
Internal angst sets the tone of my psyche
All alone with pen/paper
Ideas come/go at the speed of light
Serious fellows ponder
The poet thinks deeply while writing
Words enclosing a melancholy brain anew
Lost in space?
Pondering the meaning of everything; I search far/wide for answers that will emancipate my psyche.
Why?
Sincere nuns smiling for fun.