Are we not often looking to the obscure or fantastic to entertain us,
and reveal some secret meaning to our sometimes troubled existence?

If so, I will learn to whisper,
“What is my life, is fine with me.”

Two biceps or one,
is better than none.

Sad, confused memories of a friendship or love betrayed
are the rich experience of a life not only dreamed, but lived.

In the paradoxical prison of my own relative wealth and freedom,
I am director and main grip in this play.

Awareness constantly reminds me
how often I forget one for the other.

Even death cannot erase my history’s authenticity.
I am immediately empowered whenever I embrace the bald and colored truth of me.