So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him
It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe
Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance
Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold
Placing emotions on a page, then folding them into intricate origami dioramas of life
Or pluck stars from the sky and plant them under mountains to grow gemstone geodes
Even distill humanity, boil off the dross, and serve up a potent shot of pure intoxication and misery
Then crumple up the whole thing, delete the file, and try again since the craft was not perfected
Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance
Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative
The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart
Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted
Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke
Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint
Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life
Feet drifted along the hardwood
Looking for the beat desperately since he felt his life depended on it
Of course, they could not find it and so he dreaded what would happen next
Ordinarily he would have abandoned ship and found a wall to prop up, but…
Rachel kept smiling at him as she tried to follow his lead, and that was all that counted
So it was time to work, but he didn’t want to
How was he supposed to do this for the rest of his active life
If he waited until he could retire, he would be too old to do anything fun
F his boss and all the talk about work-life balance
The fact that he punched the timeclock and not his supervisor was a miracle
“Some heavy rocks you’ve got there.”
“Thanks, I’ve been growing them all my life.”
“Okay… growing rocks? Never heard of that.”
“No kidding? It’s all the rage. Ever heard of Stonehenge?”
“Everyone has… Wait, now that makes sense!”
Looking deeply into his wide-open eyes
Exposing everything to her well-schooled probing stare
Noting hidden secrets and flaws
Such was the life of an ophthalmologist
Giving up and letting go of reality
Realizing being delusional is so much easier to cope
If you think about it, though, that is so scary to do
Perhaps It might be better to hold on for dear life
Focusing on looking before leaping
Really made life easier and gave him so much self-confidence moving forward
Of course, at this particular moment, it was getting a bit warmer, but everything would be just fine
Going to enjoy this sauna environment as it keeps getting hotter slowly until …
He slowly walked up the mountain
It was going to change his life
Knowing he could finally get that question answered
Except there was a wise guy and not wise man at the top
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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