​I figure I'll make it.
Saying it decreases the odds, I know.
Or does it?
I'll make it!


(?)




Is it true that
whatever we choose to believe
becomes true for us?
(to a certain, reasonable extent, anyways)


Different people can face
the same situation
and feel completely different about it,
furthermore experience
completely different things.


That makes me think.


What we feel are our problems
are probably only situations
we do not know how to handle.


Is it true that Spirit sends us opportunities
in the form of challenges?


I think about what challenges
I am trying not to face at the moment.


Which prescription of reality is true?
Which one is true if I experience
only that which I choose to believe?


With art I feel I am able to drop my filters
and feel a piece of life completely.


I love that about art.


Is it enough If my writing this poem helps me?
If it doesn't, is it necessary that it help another?
Is it desirable?


My writing this poem
is proof that I'm making it.


I don't know in what way,
I don't know for what purpose,
but I'm making it.

​No booze, no porn,
no Netflix, no drugs,
no smoking, no fast food,
too much chocolate.


And sometimes
I almost feel I'm happy,
and I rarely feel I'm sad.
It really doesn't matter,
I know the more I try
the more it slips away.


No religion, no politics,
no news, no whores,
only poems
and some orange juice
and some chocolate.


I am content.
I am no longer desperate.
Things have come and gone,
and they will continue to do so.
If I'm smart I'll give it a shot,
but not try to make anything stay.


I think of others,
I think of myself,
I think of myself again.
I think of all that has been
and all that will be.
I remember I am here now.
It is the only reason I celebrate.
I want more chocolate!