Thought they might come and go but that flow, that all too sincere flow, it seems to always be there, hanging in the air only for me to catch it, sit on it
Got my pen and paper, my wits about me to write about this and that
Some poems about the happiness going on all around the place, a few here and there teetering on complete despair
OK to do that too because it lets people know that it isn’t always going to be easy, if everything was easy we’d never make it anywhere really
A poem for everyone, I hope
What I came here to do, pull you in, leave you with your own kind of literary ZEN
Not everyone likes to read and I get that
I mean, here I sit wondering when and if I will ever read a book again, just me and my trusted pen right now, quite possibly always and forever, whatever the weather going on inside of my head
While I lie awake in bed it all kicks off, a soft line from something that might have happened over the course of my weekend
A drink with a friend, or a trend I’m not all that used too
A few of you have told me that you look for a line that will brings you back, remind you of a far happier time, so that is what I will try to do, sidestep a slew of words, bring it on home for you
Whether the poem turns out to be long or short, I have a feeling I will always resort to what I know best, to write in a way that leaves you and yours forever impressed
I’m still waiting patiently for you to come knocking on my door, with a smile in place, looking for more