Sometimes I like to sit and brood,
Unnamed anxieties shaping my mood -
The silver light of dusk invades
Quiet thoughts as daylight fades.
Indigo hues seamlesly change into
Hammered gold of infinite range.
The master alchemist casts His spell
In a sky-sized abalone shell.
Though the sun fulfills
Its life-giving role,
The colors of sunset
Feed my soul.
Whose Mind is it, Anyway?
I have the right to smoke if I want to, I have a mind to know what I like.
My friends all do it, so it can