Nothing in life is black and white
Even day going to night
what lies beyond this world were in?
Are there ghosts or is it the gin?
Where do all our loved ones go?
Would we really like to know!
Are there aliens or are they akin?
and what form are they in?
Is there really a parallel universe
Lots of questions in my verse
Is there reincarnation
Returning back to our nation!
Nothing is black and white
I guess we'll never know, alright

A single pebble
sitting there
all alone
without a care
big and beautiful
bold and bright
left by the sea
as nature might!

Trees are so beautiful
I could hug a tree
some are very old
Older than me
And some have been there many years
So if they could talk or if they could see
They'd know a lot
From history!

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.