Will I let it consume me?
This thing I've created.
I will not!
To do so is but doom.
Down that dark passage some do go.
Am I brave enough to follow?
Would I be able to make it back?
Dare not chance it.
Yes, I am strong. And I will go.
The steps I take three or four.
Down the passage I saw before.
I look back. Go back! My fear yells.
Turning again, on my way down.
Ignoring the perilous end.
Steps more I take.
Though I listen. No sound.
No fear felt? How?
Dark grows the way.
A voice behind me calls!
Fear returns! I turn and run!
To the safety of ....
Back safe. I know the truth.
Better not to go down that passage.
I close the door. Lock it tight.
To never open. But I might.
In some future gale.
Can't help myself.
The door beacons. Calls me in.
I'm drawn. Not wanting in.
I pass by this time.
In me joy begins.
Not to last, fleeting it goes.
Because I know.
The door I will open.
As before.
To peer down the dark passage.
To see the thing I've made.

I do not know the dark world you "live" in.

For I have never been there.

Except in my nightmares.

Except in my darkest dreams.

What to do, what to say?

That will help you on your way.

I cannot relate.

I know not the fate.

Dark clouds cover all.

The sun shines on all.

Where for do you sulk?

I want to understand!

What is behind the man.

His pain and torment.

So much to lament.

A countenance down.

Always a frown.

The mirror never a smile it sees.

Why can't he sway like the trees?

People run and play.

Does he hope for the day?

Depression comes on softly,
Yet it's power hits so hard!

Loneliness comes so strong!
But can flee with but a smile.

I'm not perfect.
My flaws easily seen.

Things I've made.
Will burn with ease.

Good I've done.
With right pure heart.

Will last for ever.
It will be my start.

It is my part.
I see it now.

Do for others.
I'm learning how.

I'll never be whole.
In this life seen.

In the next life glimpsed.
My soul will be clean.

My feet stick out,
Head and shoulders too,
One arm hides,
Under a sea of blue.

On my back I lay,
At times on the side,
Way too long into day,
From which I hide.

It's mine, or at least I think so.
I was the first to mix the mix.
Some think the mix too soft,
Way to sweet.

The first is sweet from high up.
Second is the sweetest of the hard.
It might need a third mix.
Or at least I think so.

It has a bite, as most do.
But somehow it works.
Some are intrigued.
Or at least I think so.

No name for it yet.
All tries too low.
Or not "just right".
That's all I know.

Try one sip, let the mix in.
Let it go down slow.
Does it need one more mix?
I'll bet you think so.

I think of life.
Organic, energy, light, spirit?
Small.....no micro.
Large.....no infinite.
So simple, yet complex.

I think of life.
As an elephant,
Large, gray, slow.
As a dragonfly,
So small and fast.

I think of life.
Child born.
Grows, learns,
Explores, lives.
Wains, falls.

I think of life.
My life.
Good or bad.
Such simple terms.
Yet so complex.

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