September 8, 2017

All is not as it should be,
within my life's cacophony.
My instruments play out of time,
chasing notes outside the lines.
I beat the drums to force a groove,
but chaos has something else to prove.
There are, how does one say, too many notes,
but at the end of the day that's all she wrote.

September 13, 2017

January 13, 2017