spirit

blood, sweat and tears.
is it worth it through the years?
pain of made up fears.

growing up sucks.

i remember when i had fun.
even working was fun.
and pizza.

but now i’m in wrinkled clothes.
frost stuck to my hair and beard.
creaking knees, groaning moans.

more coins jangle in my pocket.
more space i fill with stuff.

maybe there’s a whole in my heart.
or could that be soul?

when did life lose lust.
when did i learn to worry and fuss?

the future is bright
if unicorns were real.
and trees grew money.

wet is your sweet breath.
hot on my face like sunshine.
like mother’s laughter.

in the abstract mind
we create our worst hells
while living in peace.

my muse is now dead.
starved from lack of attention.
thin as my last breath.