Deep inside my closet
Searching for the thing closest to me,
Pass old regrets and bad habits.
A habitual risk taker
Taking everything more serious than I
Should I not sweep the mind
Should I not leave behind old vices
Which produced tainted pleasures
Pressing against my grain.
Spirit engraved with everlasting touch.
A rush of many winds
And many wins;
Many loses lost in transit.
Off the spur of inspired moments
Which momentarily shine light.
Today will be that day,
Changes occur at random.
While others lay peacefully
On their private beach
I search through lost treasure.
Prepared for that next wave of influence.
Drowning any sense of being comfortable.