I sit within a room,
filled with knowledge
and experience—
holding the wisdom of age,
and yet the youngness
of one’s heart.
I am alone,
and for that,
I create what I call art—
and finish it from the start.
Whether it be a poem,
or a song... perhaps a play,
or a novel—
or even a short story.
I’ve written many things
within this room,
as I looked toward
the evanescent moon.
And I will cross paths
with all the planets and stars,
to find your shining star,
wherever you are.
And as the room of my mind
collides with that which
is on the outside,
I may breathe one last time,
and find myself alive...