I don’t discount the grouch in each of us,
I’ll share the troubles I’ve got along with yours,
My lot has lost me kith and left me bust,
And scar my face and punch my gut with force,
I turned my inner eye to see my path,
And where it led was nowhere one should go,
I’ve tried to turn my way to miss that sad,
Result that leaves me naked on the road,
And something new (for me at least) arrived,
A helpful nudge from interested folk,
Suggesting something gives me extra tries,
Vocation rehabilitating work,
I’ve had one meet so far that gets me set,
I’ll duly chronicle what happens next.
Weeks and weeks,
How long since my last post?
Adderall makes me act swiftly,
Skipping over the city,
Dammit-all, where is my focus?
Slipping without a locus.
I don’t know what to write,
Isn’t that the point of this?
Going on exposing this?
A scatter brained disease.
I come upon a word,
That makes me turn around a bit,
Before I can get back to sit,
The perfect word, “dis-ease.”
(And then I see the first line above:
Does the emphasis come on “don’t”?
Does the emphasis come on “know”?
And then I heave me a hefty sigh.
I didn’t see flames from over the hill,
But, the smoke rolled in that evening,
The invisible bits filled up my lungs,
So, they told me “Watch your breathing.”
I’m becoming a better citizen,
Approaching my civic duties,
I’m making posts,
For other folks,
But I feel like a minuscule newbie.
Got a picture,
All this build-up’s,