Sometimes I wonder what I'm still doing here
This place and these people
These days and nights that go by
Without hardly a thought
Another sun slides across the sky
Sometimes I just don't know why I tolerate this
Sinking deeper into the tar
Somehow brings out both the best in me
and the worst....
Another day slips away
We live, much as we dream, forever alone.
The sky never seemed so far
The price of holding on to foolish memories
Help me find that place
where I can sit with words coming out of my fingers
With hopes flowing from my pen
With dreams pouring from my heart
The world can always use a poet but needs a lot more muses
Let me drown in a convalescent bliss
Beat senselessly into the past
Borne ceaselessly into the night
Too many foolish choices
Left alone and empty
Tired empty dreams of what may have been