Looking at the negative.
All so dark.
Draining.
Powerless Death.
When you think that your best friends are your worst enemies,
All that you are, is hated and attacked.
There is no safety.
No protection.
And you may be dying.
What does that mean?
What does it matter if no one hears your song
and no one cares?
Words spat into a pit.
How do I focus?
I am choosing this?
What does it matter if I gave up marriage or old friends
or old loves or money or prestige?
Whynot be Happy?
Categories: Manic Beatnik Riffing
Artist- Ted Giffin - Musician 
This is great Ted, I wonder if there is ever safety. I mean truly what ever direction we travel, there will always risks. Wonderful capture of looking for happiness. I hope that you’re enjoying your Sunday. ~ Mia
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Yes, safety and security. Strange, that the constant is change. I always seemed to fly off, when I felt comfortable, forgetting Life is in flux.
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You’re right, the constant is change, absolutely. Nothing is ever static. It would make life so much easier if everything remained the same, safe and secure, ha-ha. Oh, but how boring! Hope you’re having a wonderful Tuesday evening!
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I open my eyes, and it is so obvious, how the light changes, wind blows, sun or darkness, birds, sounds, change. Hoping you are feeling better!
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Sometimes I think we miss the obvious by over thinking things. Or they are just missed due to ignorance, that could be it too! Ha-ha! Thank you for the kind wishes. I am, yes and no. Running around all day to make up for yesterday. Blah, blah, blah, better if I just send you a note tomorrow in the a.m. I’m actually going to bed early, as in a few, how boring, but I’ve got to get rid of this. I hope you’re doing well. I want to hear all about it, how are the finger tips? Please get some rest. ~ Mia
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