A Half-Serious Bio

A strange biography I will write one day.

A half serious, half whimsical story to no place particular.

My dreams are not really typical.

My needs are open art area’s with large glass windows that walk from the floor to the ceiling.

Maybe I could stay there during rainy season.

I would hope for cafe in walking distance & maybe a lake where I could watch the tree’s disco in the breeze.

I am a meanderer, I skip rocks like a children still because what does it mean to be grown up.

My wants are silly.
I know this because grown folks look at me funny when say them.

Poet is not my job, it is the way I look at the world.

A job, I would take would be a baker.

Early morning, quiet space waiting for the world to rise.

I don’t need riches.
I am the richest person I know.

I have found the recipe to being child like.

The recipe to curiousness.

The ability to be serious & be silly.

I don’t know if I will ever be old.

There is still too much I don’t know for that type of thinking.

For now I will continue on my strange walk of life.

Poking and prodding at this thing called reality.