Discovered myself fixed on nothing today ..
Caught gazing into the trees , unsure of my place ,
morning mortal equations unsolved , a state of grace longing
for refuge within my very soul ...
Surrender my moral culpability , slay the antagonistic demon ,
collect all that is good in my world and carry on poetic dreamer ..
Young birds expect to fly , the daffodils of Spring long
for the sky ... Seasons are born to die , I shall commit my poetic alms
to the spirit famished the remainder of my physical life ..