writing and thinking
drinking
sorting the chambers of my mind
killing time

should it be about love
or the stars above
the cries of the night
wrongs made right

mountains with green trees
flowers and honey bees
new life
a husband and wife

young love as a teen
things that remain to be seen
wild women and drinking
too much thinking

by now you can clearly see
I'm trying not to write about me
while my mind is a clutter
my brain seems to have turn to butter

no tonight I won't try
but sometime before I die
I surely will do my best
to write one that tops the rest