And through my window
On a cold Rocky
Mountain morning I witness
The sky’s chagrin bright
Pink clouds blush from
Compliments a backdrop for
Naked trees standing shivering
Oh and now the
Previously shy sky erupts
With white and blue
During this my first
Dawn in the Rockies
I’m so
Very tired
Of convincing
People to
Understand this
What you
Choose to
Do to
Others only
Impacts you
Not them
I repeat
You mirror
Others be
You to
Be the
And so
The story
Goes infinite
Oh how I wish
I were normal whatever
That means normal in
Thought or destiny but
I’m not never have
Been I see things
So many many things differently
I guess it’s my
Plight my Achilles heel
But know this and
Take notice
How I see the
World and its magnificence
Is not new it
Is sadly forgotten until
I will indeed
Give you little
Just a few
Words like crayons
Upon which you
Can then draw
So what does one
Do with all the
Dreams not yet fulfilled
When does one stop
After having lost my
Love of a lifetime
I decided to charge
Like a raging bull
Into a colosseum chock
Full of unsuspecting matador’s
Flinging them this way
And that only to
Find that I’m no
Less angry and disappointed
And now in another
New town and place
I begin to wonder
Do I put away
My horns and frustration
And simply graze contentedly
On the far forty
Acres enjoying the view
And become just one
More of the many
Put out to pasture
