INTENT

I often ask myself, what is my intention

I am a weary passer by, sharing surmise

seeking surety, taking satisfaction thus

here now, gone tomorrow, not a surprise

can I change the World after my demise?.

LOUD CLOUD

RIDING ON A LOUD CLOUD 

The blinking eye of this raging storm

Has driven me way past the bygone

The cloud I am riding fell out of form

Slipped from under me as I drew on

Despite knowing where I come from

Has been refusing to take me home.

BURDENED

If you really care, must evade despair

rise from the depth, breathe fresh air

the burden you bare is not even there

spare the angst, you are not being fair

to yourself you owe, a wonderful affair.