Perspective

I felt what I touched & touched what I felt in a life lived creatively tactile. 
The pen, the clay, the paint & the song have made every pain more worthwhile.

I’ve unleashed my heart, my mind & their soul in hopes of a life lived free.
I’ve called on my senses to interpret the world & with lidless eyes I see.

I’ve broken the molds & sculpted anew an existence flush with hope.
 Humbled by death, I relearned how to live redefining what with I could cope.

It’s isn’t your life & it bears no resemblance to what you hold in the norm.
It’s devoid of ambition & thirsty regret & the cruelties of function & form.

I nourish the day & follow it’s wake as my path reveals itself.
I don’t overfeed “needs” or “musts” or “wins”; those goals gather dust on a shelf.