Here I am again,
stuck in this deep, dark hole.

Seeing no other option,
I spark up the bowl.

Smoke passes my lips,
filling my lungs.

I exhale slowly,
waiting for my wings to come.

Rising steadily,
I escape my depression.

Unfortunately,
it was only a short session...

Tick, tock
The tick of the clock
Round and Round
It goes

One door opens
As another slams shut

Round and Round
It goes

Two doors lay open before me;
each demanding a decision.

The incessant knocking;
PICK ME!
No, no; don't you be silly.

Those pesky thoughts;
tantalizing and mysterious.

Why can I not have both?

Oh, ethics,
you can be rather cruel.

The trees are swaying;
                                                                                swiftly, back and forth.

Deeply; the earth is breathing,
                                                                            in and out.

A sweet, heavenly reminder
                                                                                                     that Mother Nature’s heart is still beating.