July 19, 2000: Focus but don’t burn your eyes

I love to dream…as weird as they are its fun to try and figure it out. As we grow, new ideas become old—brave beginnings seem used. As we age, the teens are reflected inside the twenties—by thirty you wish you were a teen again. Nearing forty…I am a teen again! I write but I don’t become the character. I paint but never see fit to be inside. The music is lonely, cold and filled with purpose. Poetry is something to do in a world so boring. As I grow, the challenge isn’t to repeat—society takes me back.