lethargic captivation
of my own full mental making
puts me in touch with the unnecessary risks
I am continuously taking
thought to be truly clever in any case
I often have to slow myself down
just to keep up with my present place
I think I could win
if life were indeed a race
the consequences of what can't be helped
is the hardest of all to face
I refuse to fall under another 's magnetic
personal appeal
I don't care much for subterfuge
and don't happily play the fool
one's own voice can be the mind's most
dangerous foe
you can either make yourself appear to be
smart or dimwitted
when you display freely what you readily know
opt to take the most unused route
that's always the best way to go
and never buck back up the stream
'tis best to keep with the even flow
when the body is noticeably trapped
the mind has a tendency to farther wonder
going too far in this genre' is man's greatest
blunder
there is pride to be found in one's work
and purpose
one can't readily find the soul of truth by
merely scratching at the surface
in my extensive phrase book
you will find no clear definition if you look
I keep no transcription of the phrase good enough
my life carries a more deeper meaning than just
that of physical beauty and other useless fluff
to fully understand
you must hold a ticket equal to that of the
general admission price
my words I don't choose to mince
to my life, I admit I could use a little variety
as spice
but a little peace and tranquility
every now and again can be rather nice
so this attempt with the pen at the moment
I believe
for me
will suffice
(July 13, 1991 afternoon)