My log of times bygone and of those to come
Stymied Obsessions
Obsessed with Life.. Stymied by reality.
Low Man’s Lyric
010 years
He walked barefoot
and seemed exhausted.
Apparently lost.
And lost He was. In his thoughts.
He tried to remember something.
Tried so hard it hurt.
Visibly so as his eyes showed.
Once upon a dream
110 years
I lay awake in dream
As this little baby girl waves at me.
I smile back in reply.
A strange feeling.
I feel a connection.
Like I am related to her.
But I ain’t no father figure.
I am not even married yet.