Better times

Come with a blessing

Ringing like a bell

In the evening

Sun

So enjoy the good times

When they come

Today and now

Is the time

For the best

You

So engage

What is the future

And be what you can

In this moment

Bitterness in moments

Fading

Into one

Giant life

Forgotten

In a blur

Or waste

And dismay

Is the way

That the bitterness is

Made

Write for now

Write for later

Just put the words on the

Paper

So there is time

To think of what can

Be

When words

Come more

Easily

A life free of technology

Is the art

Of life itself

Untetherd to

Wild hopes

Of nothingness

Scrolling

To endless ambition

Rather gone and

A life free of what

Holds me back

Is what I seek

What started out

Simple

Was a bit of a chaotic

World of

Change and displacement

From New York to the mountains

Of Sedona

The world

Can only get to know you

If you try and give

Every moment

A chance

Of the best life

You can live

Not as hopeful

As the last moments

Of the day

From the production

Made

Rather ashamed

Of mistakes

Taken in stride

All the time

I have learned to

See through

The blinding light