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.

How long shall I have to wait?

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Does the river wait?

It flows and it goes.

Open your eyes.

Take in surprise

What you are waiting for

Is all around you.

Here. Now,

Quick, the moment is already passing.

Run out the door

Grab the sled

Lets go!

Down the hill covered in snow.

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