Anonymous thoughts...

Because I am inspired to write, I often wonder what makes me do so. Is it a need to be heard because I felt I did not get the attention I wanted as a kid? Then I think about all the attention I have received from people who liked my music, and how I don't like all the attention I have received. I have written words and put them together that seem to amaze but I am amazed at the creation of it, more at the state of mind I seem to enter and the results that are born from it. Am I another 21st century storyteller, who paints the pictures of dreams and nightmares to get people to look up at something from a different perspective. Am I just another person who looks at the glass of water and says damn I'm just thirsty? Yeah I'm not full of life by a long shot

This IS Life

This is a life
Although it's not perfect
Everything one gets
Must know they deserve it
Good or bad,
in a sense they're the same
If not for mistakes,
There would be no gain.
If not for pain
If not for pleasure,
Against what,
Would we have to measure?
How can we know
What is the truth
Every experience
They speak to you
What we are now
What we were before
What we will become
And last What is instore
This is a life
A privileged thing.
One if not the best,
Most marvelous thing.
You have got to love it!