You are growing old,
And your mind is aging too.
Your eyes are nearly closed,
And your moves are slowing, slowing...
...
so
i have to write a poem, is that it?
well
i don't know how to start
...
hullo
said the old man
in the hat
i wonder why he wore a hat
...
I'm sitting here, wishing I was anywhere but here
One thought rings in my head, I hear it loud and clear
I hate the world I hate everything in it
...
It's an inviting place
An enticing place
An advertising place
An anything place
...
I sit and listen
but I don't just listen
I absorb the ideas that envelope my sense of vision
a phenomenon
...
I've tried to fight you
I've tried to stand tall
But I cannot avoid you
I crawl or I fall
...
I dread a blank page
An undisturbed lake that swirls below
Rich activity and yet none of it surfaces
It stays invisible, I can't get to it
...