Hindsight

What was I thinking?

I’m not even sure that

I know the answer to

that question. Did I ever

mention that, no matter,

the intention, thoughts

become suspended? Days

of my past mix together.

Former ideas whirl around

like a reverberating sound.

I couldn’t tell you what I was

thinking. All I know is what

I was feeling. Hindsight is 20/20.

Some days were bad even when

it was sunny. I look back before

walking through the next door.

A Million Moods

Things. People. Moods

Change

Faster than I blink.

Thoughts. Moods. Feelings

Change

The way people think.

I have felt a million moods –

Each mood is apart of me.

I have moods with attitudes

Affecting me and how I see.

Life passed on with time gone;

I still feel a million moods.

I still feel both right and wrong

and a dying need to feel you too.

11:25 PM

Welcome to my 11:25:

Where voices fade to silent

And ideas become alive.

Where I access my mind

and notice place and time.

My feelings arise like waves

as the darkness screams fear

But 11:25 comes and saves

My delicate mind year after year.