I'm becoming quiet

I’m becoming quiet

consuming less

I’m trying to trade

the schemes

for pleasantness

I’ve grown acclimed

to finding

in a line

more meaning

than lies

before my eyes

I’m believing

that my peace

is worth more to me

than recognition

of my worth

in other's eyes

I’m understanding more

that my labor

is an exchange

with the world

for the time

I need to succeed

in life

I’m planning less

and more happiness

I’m finding

wells from what

must be

my soul though

I’ve never known

I’m almost

in a glide

more like a slide

as if the path

was always natural

but I was not

I’m becoming content

to only pay the rent

knowing it can

keep me here

from month to month

not year to year

I’ve gone away

(to hear people say)

but I’ve never felt

more linked

to the ink

on this page

than today

So, while I rhyme

I’m not competing for time

clashing your ego

with mine

I’m just writing

whatever I find

in the way

of my mind

And if you so find

it stays in yours

I’m through.

3/23/02