Reflections of Self:

Song of the Insomniac

as I lay here, eyes agaze

mind adrift on a misty haze

into the wee hours, time does creep

but alas, I cannot sleep

thoughts go flitting through my mind

bits and pieces left behind

little segments of the day

that wait until night to come into play

so I lay here tossing and turning

mind and body aching and yearning

craving that elusive thing called sleep

so my sanity, I may keep

but the endless nights never change

and sometimes thoughts get very strange

when the darkness comes

and I slip through the crack

into the world of the insomnia

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Journey into Self

As deeper into my mind I travel,

the fabric of self begins to unravel.

In the abyss, darkness prevails,

and the faces of self wear no veils.

Pieces of self are kept tightly bound;

for fear if unleashed, I may come unwound.

Painful memories swirl up from below.

Helpless…I am caught in the undertow.

As I am drowning in the flood of emotions,

the ensuing darkness becomes a raging ocean.

Deeper into the psyche I am taken,

where rational thought has been forsaken.

Stripped of the defenses I have built over the years,

I must battle my demons and face my fears.

Bare and alone…I have conquered the past.

I have found ‘True Self’…I am free at last.

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Fuzzy Thoughts in My Kaleidoscope Mind

Oh, purple brush all covered in fuzz

What about you sets my mind abuzz

My thoughts, twisted and tangled

Swirling around

In a kaleidoscope of color

Paisley thoughts, red and gray

What are they really trying to say

Like that purple brush

With all that hair wrapped around

Is it fear of baldness

Or coming unwound

That keeps my thoughts

Swirling and twirling

Around and around

Then finally drifting

Down down down

To rest deep in my mind

On a kaleidoscope background

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Last Moments

The past is gone, ne’er to return.

Its gifts are memories and lessons learned.

The future is made of hopes and dreams.

Its planning takes all of our time, it seems.

We hustle and bustle, hurrying on our way;

so busy with tomorrow, we forget about today.

Never seeing the wonders each new day brings,

or taking the time for life’s little things...

The color of sunrise. The scent of a rose.

Feeling the grass tickle bare toes.

Taking the time to wish on a star.

Telling our loved ones how special they are.

Then one day we awaken, old and gray,

and realize just when our life slipped away.

Instead of taking, we should have been giving.

Instead of planning, we should have been living.

For life exists in a moment, quickly passed.

so we must live each moment as if it were our last.