Thinking Thoughts

Sitting,

Thinking thoughts out loud.

Talking to myself is how

I process daily life.

Recalling actions of the day

insecure questions

out loud I say:

Why am I doing this?

You just are.

Why have I never done this before?

You weren't ready.

Am I ready now?

Yes.

How do I know?

You just do.

What am I ready for?

Wait and see.

Sitting,

Thinking thoughts out loud.

Internal answers

make me proud.

Processing thoughts 

on daily life

as time goes by.

THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE STORM

It’s wet and cold, it’s dreary and dark.

The lightening flashes an evil spark.

The thunder roars with a lion’s temper.

The raindrops fall in tempo.

The storm is approaching little by little

It takes it’s own sweet time.

The storm is coming it’s gradually coming

To keep the world in darkness.

It’s wet and cold dark and dreary;

It’s coming to blot out the sun.

There’s no way to stop it,

There’s no place to run

The storm will Always find you.

It has no shape.

It has no form.

It’ll come at anytime.

The storm is approaching the young and the old

It doesn’t matter who you are.

It’s coming to find you. It always will.

It’s coming to take you. It always does.

Its fury will find you and take you away;

There is no resistance that you can use

It takes you and then-

Everyone is Not a Winner

Here have a reward,

NO need to work hard.

Just show up breathing

 A prize you're receiving

It's as easy as that nowadays.

Hard work is passe.

Tough knocks

Fade away.

Learn a lesson from life

Not a chance.

Participate

and we congratulate

The mere fact that you are there.

Work hard and win

Apparently's a sin.

In society today

Everyone wins.  

SHADOWS

I walk along and what do I see

But the shadows of the future calling me

I turn around and what do I find

But the shadows of the past are on my mind

People tell me that what I see

Are just images playing with me

But I tell them I tell them that

Shadows are real if you want them to be

They’re something quite extraordinary

The places and people you’re longing to see

They’re not at all imaginary

But just between you and me

I know they’re the things I’m longing to see

I know they’re the things I imagine quite well

Are they the truth or can I tell

WHAT IF ONE YEAR THERE WERE NO CHILDREN?

What if one year there were no children
to run and jump and play.

What if one year their childish laughter
could not be heard on a hot summers day.

What if one year there were no questions
Asked by young eager minds.

What if the ice cream delivery man
Had no one to ask which kind.

What if one year the daisy chains
Lay scattered upon the ground.

Scattered because the prince and princess
No longer rode the merry-go-round.

What if one year the halls of ivy
Had no graduating class.

What if one year there was no one
To run and tumble on the grass.

What if you walked along the sand
And saw no castles there.

What if you looked into the sky
And saw no lively shapes just empty air.

What if one year there were no children
To run and jump and play.

What if one year there were no childrenTo take our fears away