Batter Up

A raincloud of doubt reigns o'er me from above

I wield my instrument as it was designed, swatting at too many ideas

Drops of brilliance and cloudiness shaped by years of unconscious filters

Each year a new rung on the tree of life.

Seeking harmony with the falling rain.

Poem: Which side am I on?

Which side am I on?
I do not know
Am I the friend, or despicable foe?

The fact that I need to ask
Makes me take myself to task.

And eternally echoed, the thought is spawned...

Poem: A ___ in the current

Imagine, if you will, you could breath, submerged, without a gill And in floating around you might Find yourself without a light And so you begin to feel around But is there something to be found? YES OF COURSE! YOU JUST HAVE TO LOOK (is something you might read in a book) no way, jose - said the man in the song but we both know that he is wrong And so we swim the great unknown with speedy currents and dead zones Looking for a pride to ride - the stream to match a clumsy stride Despite your body pushing and swaying, your parents and what they might be saying, Your presence is needed now and quickly! But deviations make them sickly... Not to be deterred by the foreign rain For all that matters is inside your head.