Blind Willie McTell… by Bob Dylan.

“God is in his heaven.

And we all want what’s his.

But Power and Greed and Corruptible Seed

Seems to be all that there is.”

My needs were small…

I wanted everything.

You are beautiful in a needy way.

I knew it would end in a disaster.

I couldn’t help myself.

I became emboldened.

You accepted until you didn’t.

We had so much growing to do…

So many questions.

So little time.

All apologies, Lorna.

My favorite line in any film is “Sell crazy somewhere else,we are all stocked up here.” The film is ‘As Good as it Gets. ‘

The opportunities to use this line in real life are so abundant that I feel I soon could be sued for copyright.

Which brings me to my complicated relationship with narcissim. It is not that I know very many. I don’t. However I see the signs in abundance and when I do, I immediately go to, “Sell crazy somewhere else…”

My circle is getting small.

I’ve been strolling in the gardens.

Where luxury has her way.

I have been granted life’s great pardons.

Where time and money are at play.

Fortune shines her glories.

I don’t know why or how.

There have been other stories.

But History has them now.

I like it here.

The baths are warm.

I have survived.

The I of storm.

There is a peace.

A quiet pause.

You had to leave.

The way it was.

The danger felt.

Well it was old.

A kind of curse.

Where blood is cold.

I like it here.

The baths are warm.

Spirits smiled.

Have taken form.

There are flowers on the table.

There is water in the vase.

There’s a story in this fable.

We keep hidden in a maze.

I only miss what could have been.

I don’t think about what was.

What I have in here and now.

No excuses, no because.

You don’t believe I’ve moved on.

I don’t believe I care.

There’s a memory now of me and you.

And you were far from fair.

The Entitled have left the building and I am burdened with these thoughts.

Times do change and people are strange and often lines connects the dots.

However, lately I am baffled… no rhyme or reason can I see.

I just see selfish narcissists and how entitled that can be.

One by one they are failing or at least they fail large with me.

In my future there’s a cabin and one chair by the sea.

They appeared to be in a sort of Hell despite the fact of their paradise.

Every utterance was complaint. Every breathe seemed inadequate.

It was as if they were suffering because they didn’t know how to love.

They were waltzing in the shadows.

They passed me there by chance.

I was in transition…

They were lovers lost in dance.

The waves they kept on coming.

Landing on what we call the shore.

And faded back into abyss.

And keep coming back for more.

Me? I sat there drinking.

Into the deepest darkest night.

There was something in that magic.

And you were out of sight.

I swam into the ocean.

The sea, the salt, the sand.

Can’t say why I keep coming back.

Except… nothing better planned.