Another hurricane brewing in the gulf

Early precautions are just not enough

Stocked up on batteries and slabs of hardy meat

Just in time for a hurricane party for your street

Brownouts to blackouts and resetting clocks

Overslept the alarm since your power is off

Bright-eyed and bushy tailed is what you aim to be

If you could just generate your own standby energy

Hurricane encounters resemble bad tax season

The money lost is accepted without reason

All bets are off, if the season has already started

No generator and your fridge will smell like your dog just farted

You know that carnival ride that you always see, but don’t ride? Line too long…Craving a fresh funnel cake…whatever the reason, you see this monstrous ride so often if seems familiar. Like a bully you always see in the hallway at school because his alternative learning class is across the hall from your AP science lab.

Well, I figuratively got on this oh-so-familiar carnival ride. Was able to properly complete the basic routines; you know, you must be above this line to ride, pick a seat in a car, buckle the safely belt, etc. Before I knew it, I was in this ride for 25 years. Some people ride it for fun, and some ride it to mask their inner beasts with ups, downs, and loop de loops. When I put the bottle down I realized life wasn’t my enemy. The mask was pulled off of the multibillion dollar marketed cash cow that nearly everyone uses to cope was finally put in its place. For me at least, in the trashcan I use to call life.

Why, oh why, does this always happen

Tossing and turning from my mental gymnastics

It can’t be the same problem attempting to be solved

But then again, this could be a day dream without sleeping involved

Then a slight laugher comes out of left field

Seriously, don’t poke fun at yourself and get real

Time is of the essence that one saying reads

I bet it wasn’t about a long, night time daydream

One step ahead

Remember the time when my common sense sobered up

My will power screamed out enough is enough

Fight, or flight morphed from come drink with me

Ended up the joke’s on them, and not me

Abnormally interested in haphazard hobbies

With the destination set opposite from past follies

Never want to repeat a dry-mouth, blurred morning

My daily goal, make life 1% less boring

Lessons are used to assist understanding

If you don’t walk that line straight, then in jail you’ll soon be

Relieve your future and just use your head

Skip the twelve step syndrome and stay one step ahead

Remember the time when my common sense sobered up

My will power screamed out enough is enough

Fight, or flight morphed from come drink with me

Ended up the joke’s on them, and not me

Abnormally interested in haphazard hobbies

With the destination set opposite from past follies

Never want to repeat a dry-mouth, blurred morning

My daily goal now, make life 1% less boring

Lessons are used to assist understanding

If you don’t walk that line straight, then in jail you’ll soon be

Relieve your future and just use your head

Skip the twelve step syndrome and stay one step ahead

Wherever you may go, there is an unspoken hierarchy.

Whether it be an elementary school or a new job, you‘ll look up or down at me.

Remember to stay between the lines of the societal requirements.

A bad day for you is an opportunity for others to help more or care less.

So tidy yourself up so the bad routines stop.

You never want to be known as that bull in the china shop.

It seemed as if mistakes took away my sail

I was worthless, overlooked and destined to fail

Life is what you make of it, a fortune cookie reads

Just another analogy overlooked, indeed.

To tangle with this beast, you must better your routines

More work than meets the eye is needed behind the scenes

Imagination is freedom, wherever you may be

There is a fee to learn, not use; take advantage cause using knowledge is free

You will know you’re living, when life is but a dream

The almighty dollar is never as close as it seems

Anomalies are rare, unless that’s all that you see

Life is graded through the lens of satisfactory

Without care and persistence that’s what you’ll turn out to be

Don’t be a step on the ladder of someone else’s dream

Keep positive growth within your mind frame

Then frame the positivity in a noticeable place to hang

So out of sight, out of mind won’t be your excuse

Because this growth is a gift that you should never misuse

Your worth is innate and wealth, a distant cousin

Money comes and goes, yet your self-worth doesn’t

Pay attention to good things, to keep life pleasant

Always give thanks for a free baker’s dozen

Sadness was silly when I was twenty-three

Masked with a drink whenever it bothered me

When my head hits the pillow, it won’t leave me be

Curious what keeps it alive inside me

A lifetime of firewater banished from my diet

Thoughts I generate are deafening yet quiet

Some may notice and engage with defiance

A mere spark to the blaze of my self reliance

Day-in and night-out is the only time I dream

To escape the nothingness of my homemade esteem

T’was self-induced as I retrace the seam

Dreams are for suckers mister Martin Luther King

Three fort-years plus two, is the level I’m on

No cheat codes, or power-ups except for my Dawn

Thinking aloud that identity is needed

To conquer the beast whom the devil preceded

My mind is a television that goes back to this show

Like  a car wreck, a rubbernecker will never truly know

Wipe the tears, chin up and let no one else know

The weaker use this for their selfish ammo

Without earning the title, everyone seems to  judge

My productivity met with a smug-filled grudge

Know this now, I will never ever budge

From the path I’ve chosen so continue to judge

The smoke has all cleared and the mirror’s been broken

The bullshit discarded from what has been spoken

With steps taken toward Him, I feel more awoken

I now overlook fake-friends who’ve  misspoken

Friendships lost and ties have been frayed

By the judgment and ridicule I sensed every day

Now strangers, not family like back in the day

I pray this new path won’t end in dismay

I’m now wide-awake, crafting my thoughts into text

Forever hoping one day He will grant me His best

Full-speed ahead on my unending quest

I pray that the outcome turns out better than my mess

I know not the purpose of this rather long story

Should be filed away in it’s own category

Forever in search of the true morning glory

But to the naked eye, everything’s hunky dory