A Lonely Trip

When I go reaching for new horizons
Searching for the unknown me...it’s a lonely trip

Often when I find myself thinking…
You are finally learning not to ...”Push the River”

I look around to see that I am, instead
Expending a hell of a lot of energy...digging new channels

I have made it halfway
Through this life and am still pursuing the question marks

Seems like I still reach for love...and
Flee from the shadows of ...loneliness and wandering

I entered this world as a bona fide bastard
And grin as I watch others still trying to become.

Having decided on tackling life’s problems head on...
I find the effort a full time marathon in itself.

There is no time left for playing dumb games.
Reality is a full time job.

February 1974