The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward generation. Life’s finale grows in complication. I wish for a simple ending; to reach my destination on this inward journey. Continue reading Simple Finale
I remember the day, The words etched in stone. Breathe. I remember the quiet, The air remaining still. Breathe. I remember the moment, The calm before the storm. Continue reading Destroyed
In constant motion, This vagabond’s journey. Seeking those answers; Always learning. Lost in my mind. A very simple plan. Many will relate; None will understand. Continue reading Twisted
Marooned beneath the clouds Finally, the rain subsides; Embracing the sun. ———- Riding gentle flows Surrender to the motion Peace over the falls Continue reading Calm
