The doctor will say I’m sick
Seeing specters from the past.
Enjoying their company while it lasts
Widow’s web holding all that will stick.
Age sweetens the taste
Embellished diamonds in the rough
Stacked against endless, useless stuff.
A Meditative madness state.
It might be insanity.
Lock me away if you must
Until my body and mind are dust
But it’s too rich to leave out of reality.
As AJ Thinks 