Here I Go Again

 

It’s been days; years even,

I done changed my ways; am no beacon,

I wrote my page; the lost script,

Said act my age; I got the wits,

Back in the craze,

I broke the maze,

Realized I had it all,

The world, the afterlife, and hades,

What they call madness,

Could be an unfettered genius,

Or authentic bravado,

I said it before,

“We are who we are!”

And me,

Is a free spirit; a cold loser; and a mighty word-smith,

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Robert Frost, Dickinson, and Bukowski,

So here I go again.