I blog, therefore I am.
Right? Right??

Reality's focus blurred yet powerfully real,
Challenges abound.
I'm tired, need sleep;
I'm busy, need to work.

Head spins,
Heart burnt,
Belief exhausted,
I walk a zombies path.

Music feels a distant faded dream ~
And this pisses me off.
This is not acceptable.
Somehow a studio must be created.

If only somewhere could be happiness and reason
There's so many reasons to be full of indecision
You feel the fire inside
So you go and see
What it might be
And find at the center of your world
Is your demons laugh

It's all fireworks
And then it never works.

The selfishness of "I"
Challenged by the magnificence of assistance.
The loss of friends,
The suffering of family,
The questionable reality of future romance.

Thus comes gray resignation,
Pulled over and stalled,
And it's not just a bad day -
It is relentless experiences.
It's living with the wrath.
It's all those outcomes sitting my ass down.
It's where it all may be.