i am getting older
i am not so close to the edge
i am sitting down
and staring at the ledge

a compliment,
goes stale with time
till eventually –
it tastes funny

i feel, pity, anger and annoyance
others come close
but i just do not feel buoyant

i have got a lot to give
should i have offered it to you?
you are happy with the way you live

i found today easier and i wonder
if every day is a pill to swallow
then today at least,
it was not so bitter

i could not help but be attracted
i could not help but be distracted
distracted from the normal reality

i thought the light –
only shone green –
for those with a golden dream

the woman has pear trees
a flock of clouds
and willows swaying in her imagination

sixteen is remembered
but it is a dream
yet i can touch it