created for creating

suddenly in the dark alone again
waiting for something to clear the clouds
of smoke a haze created for creating
and the guru returns for a stay
in one place never
just passing through all of this
with a smile stretching
a turning that some may never see
nothing but a colossal waste of time
and paper and ink
stained arms and back
to the point in the lonely direction
never really fading from view
it from another angle
and it all might appear a little different
thoughts stretch over the skull like a second skin
on the inside of course
covering the mind with the same clouds
created while creating
something not many will take the time to read
and appreciate as anything more than scribble
scratch nonsense and babble
Christmas just doesn't have the same feel
as it did way back when wrapping paper
and plenty of food were available and consumed
not as exciting still feels great guru being around
each minute ticking corner taken too fast
will result in the shift of thought
from one spot to the next...