I tighten my belt,
thinner now.

The stream flies past me and will outlast me which is a random gurgling somewhere inside me.

There are too many instances of instant gratification and very few of self and self realisation,
in contemplation I reflect only consternation,
a satellite bereft of a constellation.

rock back and forth wearing a groove in the floor
life should be more.

Happiness is he that knows she loves him.

somewhere a unicorn
and somewhere a page is torn
from the book of magic.