Day: July 22, 2014

Have you any idea
What the future holds?
No more than I do, I fear.
And I don’t know much.

Life is a mystery.
An endless riddle.
Moment to moment,
Anything can happen.

When we least expect it,
BAM! Life hits us in the stomach,
Knocking all the air out of us,
Perhaps bringing us to tears.

How strong are you?
You don’t know, until it’s too late.
Life will throw you a curve,
That you didn’t expect.

Or, maybe, if you’re lucky,
You will be ready.
Either way,
Don’t hold your breath,

When you wait for easy answers,
Or for your ship to come in.
You won’t win the lottery,
No matter how much you spend.

Life obeys the law
Of diminishing returns:
If you expect a return,
It will diminish!

So, join me on this
Roller coaster express.
Hold on tight.
It gets a little bumpy.

Misery loves company,
Is what they say.
Then, I guess I am ready
For a party.

Fears and worries
Cloud my mind.
Terror runs
Down my spine.

Maybe I should stop
Being myself.
Maybe I should try
To be someone else.

Maybe I should wear a mask.
Maybe I should lie.
Maybe I should try
To be a better person.

But I do try,
And I fail.
I always find myself
Right back where I started.

Same old me,
With all my quirks and flaws,
All my hang-ups and obsessions.
I can only be who I am.

God made me this way,
So he must have had
Something special,
Something different,

Perhaps,
Something twisted, in mind.
Can God be twisted?
Some think so.

Either way, I think
He can use me,
No matter how twisted
I am.

Leaving from my current mindset,
I explore other worlds in time and space.
Running from the threat of judgment,
Hoping for a better day.

When I inch out onto the edge,
And I peer down into the valley,
Echoes of screams and thunder
Penetrate my sound barrier.

Risks are risks, no matter the kind.
When you try something new,
Or revisit something old,
That has laid dormant for too long,

There is a price to be paid.
The know-it-alls and criticizers
Hover around the easy kill,
Someone new to feed on.

I know when I write
That there are those
That will think otherwise.
They will think of themselves

As better than me.
No, that can’t be said!
You have broken the rules, they’ll cry.
But I cannot be silent.

I must speak my truth,
The way I see it,
And the way I feel it,
For truth is its own virtue.