Angst

No longer do I travel far Or shed the world I stood to view No longer do I move outside The land I yearned and crooned and streamed No longer do I love for sake (True love found in inner feeling) No longer do I seek success Or look to sunshine’s inner glow For it … Continue reading Angst

for now

Regret and hope mean nought compared to now – for now I’ll stay in Epicurus’ Garden – to quench – to slake to cure as one grows old - to tarry for a good life here foretold.