0 Late Night Rambling

I fancy myself a poet,
but I look through my notebook
and see that I am no poet.
I just have unfinished thoughts,
unfinished songs,
unfinished words,
remnants of my scattered mind.
I could never write in rhymes or meter,
I just pour out my emotions
onto the poor paper that has to
suffer through my sufferings
and enjoy my joyousness.
Just like my poetry, my life is unfinished and disorganized.
I struggle to comprehend the world
but get no answers.
Only dark circles under my eyes
from the late night contemplations
of the cosmos, life, love, you.
You are the one thing that I know
I will leave unfinished.
I try to leave it as it is, tell like it is,
but you are an enigma.
An intricate puzzle I have no way of solving.
I know in the end this will all pass.
The only person who finishes his job is Mr. Reaper.
We ALL leave this world
unfinished, with thoughts of
should have,
could have,
would have.

But life isn’t about living in the past.
It’s about finishing as much
unfinished business as we can
and being satisfied with what was done.
Now lets get down to business
And finish what we…




--Alonso S. 17