Rantings of the Rayvin
Mornings at the Lake
These days my mind is often troubled
But it's hard to share how I'm feeling
With those that I should be the closest
Since with the cancer I started dealing.
I need a place where I can think,
To sit in silence and be at peace,
So I take my mornings at the lake
And for awhile let the chaos cease.
Cursed with a mind that never stops
But jumps about like a drunken rabbit,
I struggle to keep my thoughts in line
And so I've developed a writing habit.
A way for me to sort my troubles out
In a manner that forces me to go slow
And clarify the meaning of my thoughts
And not out of anger let my words flow.