I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper

I have stacks of unused paper Like the untouched dreams in my head We all have the forks in our roads But often take the easier path instead So many distractions in my way To give in to them would leave me mundane I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence I’d much rather push

Cervantes

“My honor is dearer to me than my life.” – Cervantes: Don Quixote, 1604      

Anaïs Nin

  “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” ― Anaïs Nin

I’m A Guy

Just because I’m a guy Doesn’t mean I have it made I’m not sipping Mai Tai’s Naked in the shade Burdened by responsibility With no time for hesitation Society & a Darwinistic slant Death by expectation