You find yourself walking home at 4:00am
On a walk to find yourself
When you find out what time it is
My creative side
Lights me up
Like street lights
Show the sidewalks
What direction
To move in

Do blue skies, rise awaken, or open
This stroll is taking its toll
On my shoes,
On my knees,
And on my soul.

All alone, this open space is my microphone
And I say
Out loud
To myself
After every masterpiece
Of wisdom, love and sorrow
“How the **** am I going to remember that tomorrow”

Recited and
Instantaneously
forgotten

I have to borrow a line
From E. E Cummings
“Nobody fails all the time”
And from late night walking
I’m now running’

Back to whatever bottle
Subject manner
Heartbreak
And street corner

That decided that my unrecorded, undocumented, untouched,
And unwritten
Work
Goes witnessed

This is not exit music
This is a prelude
Pertaining to
The definition
Of wealth

These are the things you learn
When you go walking to find yourself