A poem
Sometimes I wonder
Is this writing for me,
Swayed by external pressure
I begrudgingly let down
Whatever happened to the brave soul
The one that made manifest
Yearning fantasies of his childhood
Life seemed so much simpler back then
Them young days – pure and blameless
Before his heart got corroded
By shallow poisons of joneses
Tirelessly tried to overcome
Yet the abyss lurked around the corner
Ghosts of his old ways, unwanted memories
Dreams unrealized and life unactualized
When all it required was to walk
One step heavenward along train tracks
To the promised land
Levitate and Radiate 