The morning sun slips
Through my blinds like
Slivered almonds landing on
My chin and chest
As my coffee cools
Beside me like a
Patient dog seeking affection
Bed linens tossed aside
Like an after thought
Like wrapping paper destruction
On late Christmas mornings
And sitting here alone
With these three things
I am at peace
Before the wars begin
Now I finally understand
Why everyone today is
Screaming for their identity
Besides the fact that
Everyone else is they’re
Simply afraid to admit
That beneath the selfish
March forward towards Meism
Beneath it all they’re
Just like everyone else
And who wants that
But just what if
It was like that
You said that you
Want me but in
A newer shiny model
What you don’t understand
Is that my heart
And my soul are
The way that they
Are from rumbling around
Inside of my body
For all these years
Like a stone polisher
That after time turns
Rocks into tiny treasures
Being content and settling
For anyone or anything
That truly doesn’t inspire
You is no life
At all oh you’re
Breathing and eating and
Sleeping you’re acting life
Never accept what’s presented
For like food when
Full or drink when
Quenched there is disinterest
Life is to be explored
Death knows it’s way
Back at the start
Funny how life is
A series of finish
Lines whether we run
In a circle or
A line there’s always
A start and finish
At this point in
My life I think
That I’ll walk for
I have learned that
How quickly I get
There is of much
Less importance than that
I get there eventually
Go ahead and run
I prefer to stroll
Enjoying things I pass
