I don't like the Men I've met much,
In the way they dislike/hate us.
Why?
Too much Competion
Competition
Composition
Dogs and Cats
Are a lot
Healthier.

I never realised I was so
Naive
Until I stopped and counted my life in so many
Unfinished pictures
Like canvases that I 'd incompletely
Daubed, the perspectives so wrong
They almost looked right.
And I wished so hard I could be
Better and best
At this life in paints that could have been more
And could have been less.

Life spirals and twists.
Like a vortex of water
Escaping it's inevitable
Demise.
To watch as nature
Twists this liquid force
In both and opposite directions
Is a puzzle and a conundrum
In one.
Do these lives of ours
Drain inexplicably and carry
The future strands as mysterious
As is the past to us now.

BEFORE

Long ago and misunderstood
I fell for a dream
That wouldn't let go.
Then I loosened my grasp
And jolted to earth,
But an earth
Made muddy
And soft with our tears.