NOW 90

I am at this point; a point were living just isn't enough
in satisfaction surrounds me
at times leaving me in blank stares
one could call my thinking face
about what?; any way to better life
few solutions circle the bounds of my mind
living daily, smiling to disguise
from those with no understanding of the face
blank and deserted; yet still in search
brought about by aggravation
once at this point seeming to have no return
till heart slows; no longer pounding the walls of my sternum
banging with attempts to break lose
as heart's fully aware of the in satisfaction that consumes me