Things progress through time
Even when the lines don’t rhyme
Flowing down a river
Into a happy ether.
Dreams normally speak to me
Of things beyond reality
Yet now they speak of the present
Where love is quite pleasant
Yet how am I supposed to create?
Isn’t pain creativity’s bait?
Maybe I’m wrong
Because pain fed me for so long....
Happiness is an amazing thing
I feel as if I’m flying up a string
But when I sit down to write
The easiest thing to plot is a plight
There are those that create
Where happiness doesn’t abate
They inspire me unbelievably so
With love’s undeniable throw
But when I do such a thing
I start to wonder about flooding
Too much of something can drown
How much should I share before I clamp down?
The things I worry about are silly
Of course my wife and I are touchie feelie
But I know you don’t want to read that
Day after day of love’s mushy format
Luckily there are day to day problems
That need working out with a blog’s dictums
I might be happy as a lark
But there are still problems quite stark
With life in general, and life all around
Like how most of today’s youth is Hellward bound
And luckily, with my happiness where it is
I can use my inspiration to find the best solutions
For that is why I read blogs myself
To work through the pains I sit on a shelf
My dreams of love can fully abound
Because of this way out I found
I shall write and write and write some more
Because writing is something I fully adore
And my wife will fully attest
For she loves my writing the best
So I do it for myself and I do it for her
And I will continue to mention she makes my soul purr
Even when I write about pain
It will always come back to my love for her, again and again.
--Dan
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