I often wonder,

What stories reside,

Behind everyday masks. ...

I spent many years,

Trying to understand,

Before realizing, ...

Life’s puzzles,

Are mostly fun.

Except those, ...

Some paths,

Lead to special,

Unexpected times. ...

Many years had to pass,

Before I could embrace,

Shadows and nothingness, ...

Looking in,

From the outside,

Provides perspective. ...

That which matters,

I often clearly feel.

So when life, ...

Today,

I’d like to be closed,

But can’t. ...

On some mornings,

When sleep,

Played hide and seek, ...

In earlier times,

There weren’t so many eyes,

Constantly watching our lives. ...

Cool,

Rainy days.

When boats sleep, ...

In earlier times,

There were days,

When I craved words, ...

Sometimes,

Even the skies,

Feel sad for humanity, ...

During the years,

I made many plans,

Few of which, ...

Yesterday,

Sitting on the balcony,

Listening to thoughts, ...

We are born,

Pure, unaware, fragile.

With time and care, ...

Some sail the world,

To discover new lands.

Others simply desire, ...

I often close doors,

To simply be alone.

That is where, ...

Colorful flowers,

Brighten my days.

Even though, ...

When things,

Begin to fade,

It is likely time, ...