I know that it has been years since I have posted here but I decided that I should give it ago again. Now with there being so many avenues for photos and videos it doesn't make any sense to post any of that here anymore. This was something that I struggle with for a while, "What the hell do I post here". Finally sitting down and thinking about it today it became a little clearer. And now, a poem that I wrote at some time, although I apparently didn't date it, which I almost always do:
Date Unknown
I have been told
That for a better life,
of meaning, of things
its wise to meet, make friends
But to do so depends
on malleability, on the soul.
When you get to my age,
made is made and not to
be undone. Maybe finding
friends would seem more favorable.
Why live in a world of such turmoil
and American dream about other sides?
A decision in need of revision.
Dreams are just dreams, and it seems
we'll never make up our minds.
