finding a bit of a different way these days...
'cause at heart i love my chaos
but it takes me out too far
eyes gain shade, mind can blur
yet what i want...
to be that liminal creature
who looks best at dawn and dusk
who wakes with a smile
to wax poetic over coffee
throws good deeds at the day and spins
fueled by smoke and fire
into the night
but this my body now disallows
and 'yes' can't be my constant reply
