This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Like Cassandra

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Mistakes were made

I watched the fire spread in slow motion

Horror on my silent tongue

Powerless to stop it

I watch as it goes down

With the strange clairvoyance of Cassandra

Nothing I can say anymore

I have lost the ability to speak

I just shake my head and sip my coffee

Later I will rend my clothes in despair

As you sing songs of sweet oblivion

But now I watch our self immolation

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