Can anybody save me

From the side of me inside of me?

Can anybody hear me

When I scream my silence?

Is there a voice out there

That can put poetry to my purity as well as the pain?

Is there anybody

Or am I truly

Alone

My memory

Seems to recede like my youth

Just a glimmer of a younger man

My wisdom gained seems to pale

In the grander scheme of an old wives tale

I can’t even type this digital imprint

Without something called Autocorrect

Trying to change words so I appear frail and focused only on myself

What is this Life

What is this What, Who, Where, When, Why and How

How do so few seem to care about serving a greater purpose than a dollar from a dime

Especially when the best way to turn a dime to a dollar is to find something greater in life than the previous line?

I’m rambling again

I do apologize Old Pen

But it seems I need to wet your ink

When the day is new again.

When I am feeling invigorated

And highly stimulated

instead of strung out

Like Play-Doh

When I rather be rising to the call of Plato

Choosing my Own Destiny

A Master Again.