When life,

Doesn’t make sense,

I look to the heavens, ...

Borders are now,

An obsolete artifact,

In my mind. ...

When I lose myself,

Amidst the colors,

Of an early sunrise, ...

On rare occasions,

Life signs clearly point,

To where I need to go. ...

Curvy roads,

Remind me to look back,

And appreciate the turns, ...

Growing up,

I disliked my hair.

It was curly, ...

Some roads in life,

Appear unexpectedly,

Beckoning enticingly. ...

I often visit the past.

It is a safe haven,

Brings with it smiles, ...

The years come and go.

Memories arrive to stay,

Yet with time fade. ...

Growing up,

I may have thought,

Shrubs bear signs. ...

No matter what type of wall,

I built around my heart,

It was impossible to hide, ...

In younger days,

To travel was a treat.

Now it is the calm, ...

Normal,

Is being different.

Like trees, ...

Beyond a measure,

Of any doubt,

There now exists evidence, ...

Fly,

Eat,

Sleep, ...

To run away,

Escape from the hurt,

Forgive and forget. ...

Leaving something behind,

To be remembered in time,

Is a fallacy I embraced, ...

Blind dates,

Are like blind corners.

With both, ...

Not long ago,

I was on the road,

Far from home, ...

Nature,

Is always beautiful.

Even when barren, ...