When the world,

Feels cloudy and cold,

I close my eyes and dream, ...

Worn and tired,

Still functional,

But in need of care, ...

There are still corners,

In our crowded world,

Where silence and emptiness, ...

Today was a muddy kind of day.

Sunny or muddy now matters not.

Sometimes there’s no avoiding, ...

Some folks,

Paint my days,

Sunny and bright. ...

On days,

When my world,

Feels foggy and cold, ...

On days,

When I feel the years,

Have long passed me by, ...

Unexpected,

Turbulent times,

When the longing, ...

In today’s modern world,

Seldom do images,

Remind me of the past. ...

Sometimes it needs to snow,

Before we can see the road.

Though incomplete,

Reality is perceived,

Through one’s perspective. ...

Authentic circles,

Do not break,

Or unwind. ...

Eruptions,

Leave indelible marks.

Looking back on life, ...

Lives,

That seem foreign,

From the outside. ...

Despite efforts,

To camouflage,

Or change reality, ...

Today,

Dawn looked different.

No orange skyline, ...

Happiness,

Is like chocolate.

Tasting sweet, ...

Looking back,

Not all closed doors,

Needed re-visiting, ...

There was a time,

I dreamt of fame,

Having my picture, ...

Old-age wisdom,

Can be read,

Most everywhere. ...