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.

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I don’t know who you are,
But I see evidence of your visits.
The cup turned over in the sink.
The cupboards slightly left ajar.
A book taken off the shelf.
And placed back in the wrong spot.

I don’t know who you are.
Should I be suspicious?
Should I check the windows?
Bolt the doors?
Somehow I don’t think you mean any harm.

Just looking for some crumbs to eat.

I am curious but don’t want to scare you away.
My kitchen is open anytime you need.

I’m ready to talk whenever you are, but I won’t press you.
Take what is mine.
Take your own time.

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