I don’t dance But I have rhythm I don't sing But I have a voice I don’t preach But I have Faith I don’t wish But I have hope I don’t cry But I have tears I don’t scare But I have fears I don’t attack But I have protection I don’t wander But I have destiny I don’t hate But I have love I don’t deceive But I have secrets I don’t wish But I have hope I don’t do But I have done
It took me many years, decades actually, to realize that “Change only happens when change happens”. My change is in it’s infancy. My metamorphosis was a slow slumbering crawl through the first five decades of my many lives. Fifty plus years of puberty fuelled irresponsibility, leading into the drug induced blurring of my twenties and thirties. Coming to rest amidst mid-life’s crisis frantic fortie s. A life educated by living as a nomad on the streets since the ripe age of twelve. Teenage years wasted by federal incarceration’s subduing me till my mid twenties. Release plunging me into a decade long continuous quest to consume as much alcohol and use as many hard drugs as possible. In my twisted perception of your manmade reality I would jokingly jest that, “The more drugs and booze I consume the less there would be that may fall into the hands of youth”. I was doing a public service . My first marriage was to my boss’s daughter. A beautiful young lady whom I purchased