Things in life,

Naturally happen,

Without reasons why. ...

In younger times,

Being ridiculed,

Was hard to understand. ...

Different, yet alike.

Seemingly living together,

But alone, side by side. ...

A serene dawn,

Or an orange nightfall.

A strange moment in time, ...

Pretty adornments,

To camouflage ourselves,

Fade with time. ...

Dangling anxiously,

On a dry, greyish day.

Piled up words feel blocked. ...

At some points in life,

Old, obsolete ways,

Simply feel right. ...

Today I awakened,

To find a straight path,

In front of my door. ...

Over the years,

Some have observed,

My tendency to emulate rocks. ...

A quiet winter day,

When the sun hides,

A lamp in daylight shines, ...

Some everyday things,

Are hard to understand.

After years of futile effort, ...

On most days,

Protruding edges,

Portray danger. ...

Hide the pill,

In a bite-sized meal,

Or play and smile, ...

The sky burns,

Yet it feels cold.

Confusing wishes, ...

Old relics,

From this Christmas past,

Continue to adorn my mind. ...

Time eventually arrives,

When we’re not needed,

As in days gone by. ...

I like my world clean,

Organized and white.

But without colors,. ...

Big red nose,

Dry cracked skin,

Coarse braided hair, ...

Bright, spotless seashells,

Or rusty, dangling crowns,

Lurking in the background. ...

Today,

Yesterday’s foggy mess,

Makes a little sense. ...