Think Write

To die will be an awfully big adventure

Fly away, Wendy bird, fly away  

How terrible it is, to be bound in this way

Our choices and our perception define us, limit us

No, I do not agree

I can make it possible, anything possible

What about… No, we’re not going there

God, my head’s such a mess

I was simple enough when I was born

Then, life happened

Halfway through and so much left to do

I have to build a totem pole

The sheer joy of working with your hands

Wet mud, wood shavings, paper

Writing… always writing

Trying to find ways to keep the flame alive

Nothing else matters, nothing else will stop me

You can get used to just about anything

But does it make sense to live this way

When the next big adventure is death