Everything’s Ok

Writing for free…is free.
It’s probably just me.
And my issues
I bring to bear
I can’t take me
anywhere.

But when I write
and it’s not a business
or not a goal
or not some fitness
just me and the keys
pixels on white
I feel much better
I feel alright
I wish the world
would pay me though
So I could focus
on what I know
and be like Wilde
and laze around
and be discovered
finally found
And pay attention
to the feels and spaces
between the words
between the races
and sit in silence
and rest my heart
so like a flower
I am art.

But, alas…
I’ve got to work
I’ve got donuts to eat
and meat to jerk
because, as you may know
there’s more than one
inside our earthly shell
I’ve got more than just two
and most are tougher
than my muse
so paying me
would be a ruse
and then I’d have no excuse.

So I’ll just write for free
and fight with me
and maybe someday
all will be right with me
or maybe it is
and this is just one
of the ghosts in the shell
who’s taken control
and instead of counting
the daily toll
what would be good
is if I could look
from far away
down into me
into the fray
and see all the souls
fighting there
some hiding, some wailing
some dancing on air
some yelling, some loving
some crying, some killing
some the hero
and some the villain.

But there I am
far and away
looking down on them all
above the fray
and traveling, traveling
always hurtling away
one big ball of chaos
but everything’s ok.