When sunsets arrive,

I like to look back,

Rewind the day, ...

Living the same dream,

Where everyone is different,

Yet crave sameness, ...

Today is sunny,

Yet I feel flat.

No energy, ...

Wide open fields,

As far as I can see.

Devoid of crowds, ...

Art has many forms.

Some I appreciate,

A few I can create, ...

Old fashioned letters,

Are nice to write.

For the words, ...

Everything in life,

By accident or atrophy,

Sooner or later breaks. ...

Perhaps with time,

Our differences,

Will no longer be teased, ...

Today I’d like to float,

But cannot know for sure.

The weather’s unpredictable, ...

I never thought,

I’d embrace the old.

Now that I’m on my way, ...

Corrugated iron buildings,

Are relics in time.

They can still be found, ...

Stand tall,

Live your life,

Follow the path, ...

Some colors,

Seem to have life,

Bringing on smiles. ...

Growing up,

I was often told,

Which way to go. ...

Old,

Fading relics,

Appeal. ...

On wet summer days,

After sleepless nights,

When thoughts dance, ...

I often wonder,

What stories reside,

Behind everyday masks. ...

I spent many years,

Trying to understand,

Before realizing, ...

Life’s puzzles,

Are mostly fun.

Except those, ...

Some paths,

Lead to special,

Unexpected times. ...