apersonaljourney – stories of love

I get sidetracked,

and then realize

I’m a human being

living on the earth,

I have this life

created through time

feels like a fraud,

and wonders

do we all

could we possibly have a friend.

Of course if we knew their name.

We have to live

certain constructs

our lives play a role

just the same. (America)

I don’t ever really

know

what I am trying to say.

So, I give you my words,

this the me

we all want to keep

safely tucked away.

I feel like I’m crazy sometime,

does that make it good literature,

or a sweet confession

of a nervous human being.

That’s the me,

that what I write aobut,

should that be it>|?

I want to sync

my mind,

so my thoughts

will seem right.

Instead,

I try to imagine,

how everyone lives,

everyone tries

effort and character,

we all have a suggest,

always nearby.

Pleasant tidings

as I simple storm

try to slip away.