Then all is shown to me in pictures that are worth one thousand words and don’t compare with anything else on earth.
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Whiling away existence, listening to a different drummer play a rhythm all my own.
Giving up my being to music of my soul, regretting none of it.Foregoing modern technology to just be myself and enjoy what I can of my life while I’m here.Satisfied that I can do no more than this, I live to justify my life at it’s ending.
Singing songs from memory, giving lasting impressions that will always be available in senior years.
Painting murals along the way with written words, bringing to mind all the moments of pleasure mixed with sadness, loneliness, abandonment and noticeable joy of serenity.Across the years, finding measures of happiness coinciding with whatever life happens to give me.Standing back, looking in, being given a reprieve as life exists for my talent alone.
Wiping out life’s mistakes with a process of thought, delicately stemming from a subconscious whim of
Lighting candles down aisles of my mind, as I passthrough hallways of shadows hovering about my soul.Searching forever for the focus of answers neededin this day of twilight life and antagonistic horizons.Walking ever toward lightened clouds of knowledge,learning that – once again – life hasn’t stood stilland is revolving through many doors of dissatisfactionand bereavement.Yet,…