Most of us
following someone else.
I try to explain myself
and they think I’m crazier than a March Hare.
Try to follow a rabbit, and you will get lost
down rabbit holes.
I am wise and cautious, but crazy? Well… maybe.
Basically, I’ve found that what makes sense to me
doesn’t make sense to anybody.
As my self-esteem grows, those without it, get angry.
An idea takes hold of me, and I don’t want to let it go
and it won’t let go of me.
I have this obsession with flight
I’m listening to Mozart, above the clouds
Most of what I do, is a manifestation of that place
and all people seem to do
is try to pull me down.
I play music to get up there
I read poetry and philosophy.
A good suit makes me feel like a King
It’s the finer things…
Playing golf like a champion in the summer heat, with nobody watching.
I don’t know that I have the constitution to last, or even, to become my own country.
People are put-off by me,
but they misunderstand me.
I can’t help trying to get to where I want to be.
Elijah gave Elisha a double portion of his spirit
What was that?
I listen to the average monotone on the intercom
and it’s dead.
Where is that spirit that soars above the clouds?