To bath in the sun, then into the tub, for hours on end,
The life of a recluse I often pretend
Burden myself with weight not seen,
ponder my life away, in nightmares and in dreams
Beyond the search for meaning and resolution,
I live for peace and still contemplation.
Stray notes of a melody I collect from time to time,
scattered symphonies left faded
and unfinished with in the mind.
