sometimes . . .

sometimes

sometimes we look in

and we say “ i am ok”

and we know that we are lying

we are

maladjusted

malcontents

with malice

as we are still vying

to find that path

to lead us to our happy, happy lane

sometimes i just don’t understand

as i sometimes listen in

to the myriad of voices

offering choices

and sugeestions

about my direction

pretending to now the answers

to the questions

i have yet to ask

sometimes i go in and sit

in the stillness of my illness

hoping that the light may come on

and illuminate the way

for i am weary

and the teary eyes of my soul

reminds me

that i need another tune up

and my wheels are out of balance

or need rotation

or something

perhaps there are just too many miles

between the smiles

of my youth

and where i am now

my tread is worn

and i dread the scorn

of Self

by Self

within

they say that Buddha traveled the middle Road

and Christ, He offers to take my load

me, i must let it out

shout it out

write it our

speak it out

before i explode

sometimes

(c)  15 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.