Now is the time
My soul must seek and find
And be found in the resting place of happiness
Making its own abode in the stream of non-convention
Clutching the arches of life’s perplexities
Give to me now what is mine, oh world.
Does the world owe me my dreams?
Happy am I in the land of mediocrity

at times
I cry inside for there I cannot live
What is life if not lived
Going in – coming out

stretching reaching

for nothing at all - for everything
How can I find when I do not look?
How can I receive when I do not give
All of me…

will life give me all of her?