Return to Life

I’ve found at last what I lost
The knowledge that time flows and twists and turns
And that there’s more than what I see
To stop worrying about cost
I’m now free
I can do anything
At the drop of a hat
Keep on livin’
I was bound by my own mind
There are no limits
None at all
The world turns
And order never lasts
There are more options just A and B
More than a to z

Nomad

I believe that I am curious,
But in these times it is becoming harder to utilize
That sense.
Society says I should specialize.
Its getting harder to explore a new idea.
Because in exploration
One must move from one place to the next.
And from mountain to ocean
I think we have forgotten this notion.
Is it a good thing that mental nomads are becoming extinct.
Is my curiosity going to have to go down the sink

The Tale

I walked along and saw this crazy dazed out cat
He said hey man where we at
I told him
Were close to the old rail road tracks
Yawning with a tired look on his face
He had good cause for leavin’ this place
To find a good solid trace of humanity, and joviality
This is my tale which I hope has failed not to make your mind gale.