Sweet Lord of mystery,
science and math,
please guide this soul,
down life's dangerous path.

You are the one,
who hides in the cloud,
speak to me Lord.
Please tell me aloud.

No more the risk,
no more the word or tome.
Please take me Lord.
Please take me home.

When words fail to come,
forth from my head,
I begin thinking,
I must be brain dead.

A state of depression,
maybe a reason too,
so, I must change,
If I'm staying with you.

Out of the gate,
quick was he,
as he breezed by
so merrily.

Many the laughs,
came so easy,
as humor was great,
with high anxiety.

Dry was the mind
of ideas, fresh,
stale thoughts
of being depressed.

Once the time,
for creative thought,
only way now,
seems to be bought.

Enrich your mind,
It's a knowledge vault.
If you choose not,
It's your own fault.

She was sitting, cross-legged,
her ankles were bent.
Hadn't seen someone sitting
like that, since a carnival tent.

Short were his wanders,
small was the town.
He covered mile after mile,
until the final sundown.

He walked and walked,
never slowing down,
then he discovered he was
on the other side of town.

Ten ducklings,
showed up today,
two fell through a grid,
now only eight to play,

I see you,
my heart sings,
all these years together,
is what love brings.

The music I hear,
goes straight to my heart.
It's too painful now,
when we are apart.

Grousing today, was apparent,
complaining about something,
to another person, without
benefit of informing the
person who was in charge.

Forever and a day,
one step beyond,
the realities of now,
with severing eroding
of our very soul.

Will it matter, in the
scheme of things?
No matter the grief,
you may bear, in this
short life, nor the time
spent praying to an
unknown being, no
matter what religion,
life will still move along.

Life is a game.
Run rabbit, run.
Don't lose your courage,
life has just begun.

Dancing alone,
all by myself,
missing you
in my arms.