Days when life,

Seems to flow sideways,

As expectations loudly echo, …

I listen to the words,

Then stare in silence,

Pondering what to believe. …

I awoke,

To a seeming peculiar sky.

Hazy, …

Driving home,

I stared at the landscape,

Drifting by. …

It is liberating,

To leave chance behind.

Whether first, …

Man-made structures,

Often appear harmonious,

Precise and complete. …

There once lived,

Two identical squirrels,

By a quiet farm field. …

I felt empty,

Somewhat sad,

Leaning against the car, …

When they were young,

I could tell them what to do.

Now I can only plant seeds, …

I find life,

Hard to live.

Despite the many blessings, …

The sky,

Threatened to roar.

Where the road led, …

In earlier times,

What I saw,

I readily believed. …

I stood beneath the tree,

Waiting for the blooms,

To gently fall. …

When simply written,

With instructive pictures,

And clear directions, …

Thought swimming,

In a crowded mind,

Where myself, …

What awaits there,

At the end of the road,

Was once a dark unknown. …

What the eyes see,

I no longer naively believe.

They are often but masks, …

Gracefully,

She sat on the grass,

Staring at me, …

Tears cleanse.

Or so they say.

Yet I hate to cry, …

I often compared,

My dreams and hopes,

With those around, …