It is a Wednesday evening

I have Biggie in my ears

on the subway

and the sun is setting my fears

as I head into “the city”

Manhattan

the movie, the myth, the black & white ghost

for an adventure of some sort

in the city of all sorts

I am not the initiator

never the pomp, no matter what the circumstance

I am the brain, the lobe

the synapse that fires the sparks

of your adventure

 

The problem

solving the puzzle of survival is trivial

as I enjoy the intricacies of the chess game

we have no choice but to live in

in a modern life

 

I simply have no patience

I have no established rules for myself

because I trust

that I am an adult

I am mature

I am responsible

 

Yet I know

discipline is

for the wise

a separate path

from rigor and struggle

 

A.N.D.

 

Once in a while

I need to walk the path of the pilgrim

not the martyr

open up my mind

and get the blood flowing onto the page

To get out

To get out

To get out

To get out

 

My life is a constant omen

and I am grateful for it

and, well,

I shall leave that at that

 

Please do not censor yourself, myself

Please

Just write what you want

I write what I want

 

It all must come out well in the end

 

That is the optimism of humanity

that gives this soul something to hang on to.

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

(written on pen & paper)