21st Century Existence Poem by Robert James Busby

21st century existence

Once you get me talking,
When I'm feeling free,
Once you get me thinking,
I get to dreaming, swiftly.

Although,
Still without a complete, idea,
Of what I should be doing,
As I'm not really good at anything.

After being, abandoned,
Forsaken in youth,
Cast aside,
Left for dead,
It returned,
But I was no longer the same,
The dark wind had changed me.

But, once you get me talking,
Through discovery,
When I'm feeling free.
Once you get me thinking,
Abstractly
With a bit of spontaneity,
I get to dreaming, and swiftly.

I'm exuding light,
But only for a brief while,
Ethereal and ephemeral.
And death comes to the door,
To great me,
In time.

You can't instruct God,
But you can assist.
You can't play God
Without it being a sin.

They will always go,
The way they want to go.

But, when I get to thinking,
Freely,
But I get to talking,
This discovery,
When I'm feeling free,
Once you get me thinking,
I get to dreaming, swiftly.

I just hope,
That I, can do it,
In your company.
Something,
An art, I've not yet been,
Able to master.

Alas.