just write dummy

I know I haven't lost my ability to write, it's just that I have lost the ability to want to write. Even though I know I still do want to write I haven't applied anything I want to my life. Already I am at a loss. Just write dummy.
Pushing 50 years of age, holy crap, there seems to be too much going on in my head to write or even to recollect some times. Sorting out these many thoughts is a requirement my mind seems to be too lazy to attempt. What a drag it is getting old when menopause sets in with mass confusion. Yet, I am the most confident I have ever been in my life. Secure in myself secure in reasoning secure in thought, still I wonder how important is it all. My thoughts my ideals . . . ME!



I'm sorry

Sorry ive been too much of your friend
instead of the mom you always needed
Now that we have all grown up can I make ammends
For the way you've been treated?
I'm sorry you have nothing to your name
I give to you myself to blame
I know I am the one you always hated
How do I destroy the monster I created?
Of course I want to do right by you now
But I just don't know how
Any thing I do or say today
Can make up for all of those yesterdays
And make your tomarrows better make you the best
I want you to stand up from the rest
Because life is so hard I made yours more difficult
The trail I carved but yours is the end result
So take what ive given and make it good
For your soul to feed upon inside your world