I’d rather be alone
Than secure a bridal groom
With no way to upend
The sense of impending doom

Alone with no remorse
Thrown out upon the sea
Or borne by somber pallbearer
Blame the choice on me

Each moment is defined
And lingers as it may
Accept the terms at life’s bequest
You really have no say


The Time It Takes

The time it takes to find oneself
A lifetime, more or less
Beyond the windswept landscape
Assemble the base and dispossessed

I would have arrived much earlier
But for my carelessness
I never heard the bell that tolls
Such was my negligence

Socrates conjectured
Who knew not what he knew
Venture from your self-possession
Kumbaya my Lord, tried and true