I think

way to much for this mind, living every minute with thoughts weighing down my mind

I live drowning in my own sea of prose and poetry

I feel as if I am too much soul for this body

just waiting to break out and free myself of the chains of reality that humanity has placed upon me.

this suffering is not surreal though, I ponder about how grateful I am to have a vessel for my soul, how lucky I am to breathe in the summer breeze,

how fortunate I am to taste the sweetness of a glass of wine, an apple, or the tang of gouda.

yes I am very rich, not in monetary values but in soul, friends, and life....then again aren't we all