Bruised battered and delayed
The cage was open
But the bird stayed

Fortunately I don't know
When it's my time
So I forgive and forget
Even myself without regret
I live for today tomorrow's
Far away
A smile on good mornings
With children I play
I do the dishes
Although I'm a little bit grey
A smile to the neighbour
Of sunbeam displayed
I sometimes say bad stuff
Grumpy dismayed
But do not repeat it I'm so afraid
For in this great moment
We call today
There's only one chance
And this I will say
My time or yours
Will be remembered
As sunshine or rain

Indigenous verve
Cradled an African earth child
Koi San blossomed there

"You're On Your Own"

There is a quiet hour
       Between the mountains

When the trees are higher in the crown
       Than any expectation

And life, wildlife, lays bare beneath
       Resting at the feet of man most kind

Be it moved or unshown
       In this afternoon hour

The quiet distance covers the in-betweens
       And is found there, atop the tops

To construct wisdom requires fulfilling experiencing life,
without fear and obligation to humanity, musings end up,
caring and laying thought out for others to interrupt or to
disregard, only in boredom can desire happening, a life
without action results of constant yearnings, only hopeless
romantics die of a broken heart and those who had gone
out into the world with insecure intent and sinful manner
veiled over with ego live out remaining days with shame.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmjqMZmSOnw

yeah, i get it.
i'm too much of a mess for you