After all these years
of having pen in hand
Being high on ideas
and low on demand
Writing the same lines
over again and again
Throwing in a new noun
where an old verb had been

There's nothing new
under the sun
The sky is still blue
the North has still won
I still talk with a draw
before I've even begun
In the spitting of words
where I'm just having fun

Never had any problems
deep in my soul
Where the dark side of me
takes over control
A Pulitzer prize
has never once been my goal
I just like to rhyme
with the stories I've told

So if you'll please pardon me
as I get back to my pen
I feel another poem
is trying to let itself in
Like every other time
this is how it begins
After all these years
of having pen in hand

This heart of mine
        Has a mind of its own
                Filling in all space and time
                        With its own needs and wants

This heart of mine
        Plays double time
                Brings me close to loves edge
                        Then does what it likes

We need to talk
      I wish my heart would listen
            Come to my way of thinking
                    See all that it is missing

This heart of mine
        Has no reason nor rhyme
                For most of what it does
                           Most of the time

This heart of mine
         Leaving the scene of the crime
               Before it's caught and does the time
                       This heart of mine

The narrow minded
Don't seem to understand
Qualities of difference
Having your toes in the sand

If you do not
As majority does
Then you are backwards
A spanner in the works
A fuzz

Being different
Is exciting
The feelings of adventure
Forever inviting

Embrace the fact
That the way you act
Maybe out of the blue
But that's the uniqueness
Of being you

Whose eyes do you see
Staring back in the mirror

To love oneself
Is the act of
Opening ones heart

If searching for a purpose
Isn't that a purpose itself