January 2026

We are all beggars of joy. May I taste this cup? Enough’s enough, one sip of the cupand I’ll have had too much. Are the tastes free? Can the sights see? If two ducks were departedbecause the engine never started,would the sound still sound like rain? A well of ego drives us,perhaps, to be just…

Sadnessbesmirches my feet,as if I don’t knowwhere I’m supposed to be. A miscarried dreamor a delusion alive,I don’t quite know howto smile and thrive. Yet.

Scared of another shakeup,even if I could face-up,no make-up. A thousand triesto get it right,a thousand triesto sleep tonight. Came so farto see so far,the rest is hardly here.

Younger than I look,and older than I am.

I can taste it,but it feels likeI’m a million milesaway from you.I can’t fake it,’cause I just mightblind myselffrom sights of you.If there was a wayto speed up this crazy train,I would.To happy endingsin each-others arms,as we should.You don’t believe it,you keep on thinkingthat you’re notgood enough for me.But when I met you,I knew you…

I keept resisting loveout of distrustof where it came from. A brandished spear of malice.A rosebudwith its thorn. The stronger the lovethe deeper it pierces,whilst the spursfall like leaves.

It’s easier to be pessimistic,to keep low expectations.But the elevationis far too low,I’m underwaterwith reservation. Optimism shines the light,but can blind reality.Hope and trust,doing what I must,is the paththat feels right to me. I know my wordsI know my voice,I know each mindsetis eventually my choice. I strive to laughI strive to play,I strive to…

Idon’t knowwhat words will form,when I speakof your lipsand the tendernesswith, which I’d kissyou. Ihave comeso far,to hear you sing,each moment with youis everything. IfI could writemy path to fate,I’d never feela needto hesitate.But.If I could skip,I’d miss the days. Swimming downthe wild beyondmy path to youis my own song. It’s all built upfor me…