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.

Why I find myself watching these woods?

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There are many ways to answer the question.

On the surface it may seem just so.

But deep below.

It is hard to know.

I showed up seeking solace from a world that had gone mad.

I stayed bc of some of the conversations that we had.

And the fantasy, yes,if I am honest

The way the mind will play

The things that are written as I go about my day

I am a refugee from a world that is often. too much

I wander, seeking meaning, words, and such

I am here to be part of

I am here to watch “it” unfold

I bring a sense of humor and am suprisingly bold.

I am wrapped in a story, both mine and yours.

A story we creating as it opens new doors.

There is not one answer for the why of things that have been

But it’s great to be included and looped in.

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