I used to love to sing
But I’m not singing anymore
Nor playing the piano
I also favored a good run
But haven’t run in ages
I wonder sometimes
If the pavement misses me
Hiding in my shell
Wish that I had someone to
Wish about at the wishing well
Someone to
Love or recognize the things I do
There was a time before you
Now it’s eerily quiet outside
And my mothers cold recants
Often make me laugh
If I could follow the path
Of my mind I might find
The nectar I’m trying to write
Into words a sweet pulp
Or guide like an
Intelligible handbook
On life
© GÄ
Poétique 