Losing myself out on Chumash land,
So peaceful, serene, every nook and cranny.
Went into the woods to chase a dream and
Wound up lying amongst the Frangipani…
Trying so hard to get things done,
Life, after all is a forward progression.
Yet inside I’m lonely, empty and lost,
Crippled by this m*****f***** depression.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
And loathe though I am to put it down,
To let another man rule in my stead.
For have that happen, I would need to be dead.
Again we worry about nuclear war,
Killer robots, mass murder, insanity!
Shut out all the noise to join me,
Canoodling underneath this tree.
10 – 12 hours each day at my job,
Just trying to stay inspired.
Hopefully, I’ll publish several more poems,
Before I am finally expired…