One time, someone cool/
told me I was cool. From then,/
to my shock, I am.
Think. Don’t be so quick/
to raise your hand to serve, cuz/
most really don’t care.
It’s impossible/
to break all the rules if none/
have been established.
Writing a haiku/
on Kobayashi Maru/
is hard. Done. I won.
The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
This is the New Year:
A time i can choose to act,
be, and feel diff’rent.
What if, with the One’s
mirror gaze, we discover
we’re doing enough?
Alone, burning fire,
I clear, clean, and cleanse the past;/
Wish for future growth.
When you’re defined by /
the worst deeds you ever did,/
change your tomorrows.