as she closes the door
she leaves behind a lover
she moves through her day
as regularly as possible
can others see a difference
as she is forever changed
unfaithful....adulterer
she'll wear a lasting stain

how could this be true
how could this be so good
how can she continue
and how can she not
but this had ended already
before it got its start
never was a future there
just a connection
indescribably  rare

As I sit and sip my tea
looking out at this wet day
I'm wondering how I'll find my way

Rain falls so effortlessly
my head as cloudy as the sky
thoughts blurred behind anxious eyes

I'm all locked up in fear
will I ever become able
to live my life free and stable

My teapot empty now
the sky a clear sunny blue
I think my hope has been renewed

My head clear from all my doubt
the glories of a rainy day
seem to take my blue funk mood away

what is it you thought
do you think it's what you ought
what is it you sought
can comfort really be bought
who is it you fought
is there relief when you're caught
who is it you taught
is there reasoning in the plot
and when you are without
are there feelings of doubt
or do your instincts help you out

He sits in the corner
I know he is there
without even looking,
he's always there:
when I come, when I go
in the light, in the dark
in the day, in the night
if I am alone or if in company
I've asked him to be quiet
"PLEASE" I've begged
if just only whilst I sleep
He admits he's just unable to
as I must understand
he will always be present
as long as I am

I envy the gypsy
as his roots spread
far and wide and free
never to be
a tangled mess of
overgrown cross-sections
of ruin and decay
Drifting about
from one experience
to his next
seeing the world
with all its unrefined turf

I envy the gypsy
as he strolls and roams
as he reads the wind
the rhythm of nature
his constant companion
A changing season
he will greet
with a welcoming grin
as he rambles on
back down the
road off again

I covet the gypsy
his wandering style
to just pick up and go
the smell of rain
urging him onward
capturing his attentions
causing his decree
No need of possessions
he owns what he knows
a spirit carefree
with such forever to grow

I got burned
maybe it was my turn
my life had run so simple
with barely a dimple
I trust too much
maybe I'm out of touch
I am just too kind
perhaps a bit blind
I had to realize
people marginalize
I must accept
there is always debt
no matter the cause
I'll give myself pause
still I will be gracious
others might be mendacious
but I must not falter
nor alter my character
I shall stay who I am
I shall love who I am

the taste of knowledge
like a deep dark chocolate
leaving a silky
philosophy to caress
the inner depths of reason