Sipping I look through the window
In the midst of exuberance
Serenity looks so mellow
Thoughts that trying to draw parlance
Enlightens my inner shadow

Melody of those memories
synchronizing with my heart beat
Again revealing those stories
Giving my spirit a great treat
With an essence of strawberries

Reminiscing with bard in me
Didn’t realize the time ticking
Happiness sprang and set me free
Till it rained I remained Sipping
Morning Coffee till evening tea

on the
    road

            again,
        again.

   i've never
          really
felt
     like i was
wanted
   or appreciated
               anywhere.

        [play small violin]

...

        tho

             does
         anyone

ever?

       please,
               if you
        have room
in your attic,
                   stash me there,
    next to the
             old shoebox of
            polaroids

           that
  you
      never look at
     anymore.