Enchanted by the new, anchored by the old.

Disillusioned by entertainment, wanting to bring the party.

Taking care of my desires, longing for companionship.

Honored by responsibility, drawn by freedom.

Long from home, close to escape.

Needing attention, needing invisibility.

Wanting change, not yet, silly.

Settling in, on shifting sand.

Clean is orderly, clean is boring.

Should be reading, tending to nap.

Eating poorly, hungry often.

Losing humanity to technology, killing aliens is fun.

Too tired to work, too much work to sleep.

Chips, no salsa.

Salsa, no chips.

Guacamole, still no sign of chips.

Goldfish are tasty, off-brands cost half.

Music lifts my soul, also seems to lift my wallet.

Blue when I need a black pen, black when I need a blue pen.

Can’t speak up, can’t shut up.

Life is easier in character, a persona isn’t alive.

Learning so much, knowledge keeps all at arm’s length.

All I have are words, all I have are words.

Regret, time only goes forward.

Times only goes forward, forgetting what once was.

Growing, who am I?

Stagnating, aren’t you dead yet?

My Gollum/Smeagol impression is uncanny, our behavior uncannily similar. 

Cast a wide net, caught a lot of barnacles.

Focused, tunnel vision.

Some friends are easier to please than others, I am one of the harder ones.

Clear vision, ugly sight.

Singing is release, friends have ears.

Alone, mind more cramped than ever.

Heroes are epic, I am a coward.

Appearances still holding, man behind curtain growing old and tired.

Things to be stood up for, protests are loud and avail little.

I’ve got answers, there is no answer key.

“Women. Can’t live with them; they will not go out with me.” (not mine to claim, surprisingly accurate)

Trust builds bridges, but the stream is a moat.

Actually, that’s a myth, wait - or was the bust a myth?

Noticing more details, that’s where the devil is.

Always bored, always late.

On time, no one else is.

Time goes so fast, they don’t make Deloreans anymore.

Learning a new game is fun, plateauing in skill is not.

I found your problem, you are me.

Eye contact means so much, it means I’m about to look away awkwardly.

Rules are strong, rules are heavy.

I just realized what I should have done just before now.

~ A few thoughts turned into a 50 verse personal version of Ecclesiastes. Sorry to be such a downer, tonight the struggles came to my mind quite readily. As you know, I am usually much more bubbly.

Ches