My life

At this point in time and position, my life since birth, I have a few things to say. I've probably to this moment acquired no physical gains and on the contrary gathered large debts to my dear ones. What I owe them is the’ Trust' often mispelt without the leading 'T' in my dictionary. Besides these debts I gathered a lot of moss, like a rolling stone, since I slipped of the top a few years back. Rolling stones have no ears, no eyes, only slippery feet that can feel nothing but the wind blowing. Now, I know, the Escapist is me, a perfect fit, But isn't it funny, my submission to the truth makes it truer. Today I couldn't comprehend why they who makes the storm, then calm the seas, and blow the breeze, should teach me to love the rush in my veins, when I see their many faces and paint their many colors? Why do they make me hurt the ones I love for to give up my fight with this expression? Why then did they make me leave a secure and comfortable place for nonsense and make me drift with the tides? Why are that all the beautiful people, hurt me? Perhaps today, I only have questions to ask but it has been so this way for a long time. Can somebody bring this back the way they used to be?Maybe there are hoards of work to do, days of cozy comfort are not free enough as everything in life, and one has to look for good things, work for it, even if it is heaven or paradise. However, the worst of the days if there were any, are over for me now. These days I also tend to pen lines, with my thoughts running like water and my hands seem to slow to catch-up. It is the age. I could call ' my golden age of dreams'. The last thing I want to do is try to stop them. Surprisingly, they do not bar my rhythm of work in anyway. I have found that lonelinesssolitude's whatever other abstractionsthat can describe this state, attract me. It is a strange attractionthat is pleasing and at times crude. Yet, I like it and find long peaceful hours to myself.

The loneliness is a state of mind
when I would feel alone
I find a million falls
all of them strange
where I was not a part.
There are as many or more days
when I was in isolation
and no soul around me
no man but I feel comfortable
identify with the trees
the breeze and the gentle whispers
of squirrels and sparrows
that can blow away my solitude
and with the wind it goes.
The power to dream
the power to realize
even a part of them
seems to make lifeworth its while
what next… is always
an impossible and never-ending question.
If you can answer them
every time you pose it,
Consider yourself one of those
Gifted ones.