The scissor blades of time
keep snipping away
at my life.

I have to hurry;
I must find peace, love
and a hundred other things

... and somewhere in there
I must find myself.

The art of living
is not to succumb
before your time here is over.

she is
the brightest flower
in the garden
of my life

but the brightest
is not always
the most fragrant

... and the fragrant ones
often have thorns