When things are going well.
My mind turns against me.
It whispers horrible things to me.
What if’s that are mostly likely not true.
Still, until it is proven wrong
Those thoughts continue.
It is hard to have things go well in my life.
Even if I just try to live each day as they come.
It flies through the air.
The furniture is covered.
The vacuum is good.
Why is that hair so long.
Is that mine?
I guess I just might be a cat too because I too shed hair.
Not my problem.
It is your fault.
I am not to blame!
Who is going to fix this?
Do not look at me.
Just do it!
Nobody else will.
I had a thought
but it went away.
I can not recall
what I was thinking about.
Now, I am wondering
if I forgot to do something.
I hope it was not important.
The bug can be dangerous.
The mannerisms can be damning.
The social media influences in ways that make you wonder.
I just cross things off my list one check mark at a time.
You hear their voice
So often
That even alone
You hear them
Tell you what to do
What to say
Even how to act.
Can I be a good person
If I know I am doing good deeds?
Yes, recognition would be nice
But it makes me happy
Doing the little things
That make them happy.
I still hear the pastors’ voice
Saying good deeds
Will only be recognized by God
If they come from the heart
And not the head.
How can I not think about helping others?
I think I would rather
Be nice
Than forced to be someone
Who only does them
Because authority tells them to.
There is always a choice.
What to say.
What not to say.
Sometimes the silence is an answer.
Whether compliance or obvious.
What you say gets you to the circumstances that you do not want to be in.
Works get stolen.
Internet is free.
How no one sees the effort.
Behind the curtain.
I try to run free.
Interest is not there.
Attention.
Pets.
Snuggles.
Naps.
Purrs.
Head bumps.
But most of all, Neck Scritches.
Grey Areas are rife.
Good intentions are not always enough.
Put the effort in.
Even if you don’t have much.
Sometimes that is good enough.
Saturn's Premier Poet 