Always trying to be exciting
confidence is wavering
but folks keep saying I’m “The Real Thing”
I want to live a life of travel
but I also want to settle down
“The Garden of the Forking Paths”
each path I take leads to a different life.
What is rhyming?
What is literature?
Asking all the hard questions,
Not expecting to find the answers.
But who needs them when each day is so glorious to behold? (that’s a cliché)
[That said: something of an educator, working on an MFA, and otherwise trying to live a simple life with a clear head and full heart.]