It is emptiness,

By free will,

Which I seek. …

To understand,

What my eyes see,

Is not a difficult thing, …

As a child,

I freely laughed,

Yet as I aged, …

There too are cobwebs,

Within me.

Some are dense, …

It is the light within,

That cannot be seen,

Guiding me to the place, …

Looking back,

Decisions that mattered in life,

Were made by belief, …

Being different,

Feels uneasy…

Strange glares, …

I too will thrive,

In the cold and snow.

Cannot let up, …

An old man,

Smiling behind a window,

Speaking words I cannot hear. …

I choose to be,

Strive then decay,

Rather than stand around, …

Typewriters,

Jukeboxes,

Highlighters, …

In wintertime,

Overgrown branches,

Beseech to be pruned. …

As days pass,

I seek to find my peace.

To get old and rusty, …

To fall with grace,

Bringing smiles,

To their face, …

There are places,

I cannot see,

Or easily reach. …

Gifts,

Need not be grand.

It is the simple, …

Growing up I climbed trees,

To eat the fruit,

Among branches and leaves. …

It was there,

Among the colors,

Crowds and chaos, …

Awakening,

To a colorful sky,

As dreams end, …

Not all shadows,

Are bitter or dark.

Some linger for life, …