random word flow 1

i used to write and just let words flow, relieving minds folly and lost confused sensations
i don't let myself think this way these days, its too hard to step out from under clouds when i give in to the doubt
i am much stronger than i ever was before, but still i get lost and find myself bored
i dream myself as writer, i dream myself fit and strong, is that so wrong? or will it ultimately send me to an earlier grave, the place of which i fear the most, endless black void.

need to live the one chance of life, to take each moment in galiant strides, i could be the hero, the saviour of the day or i could sit barely content with the mind games i play. i find the most peace outside in the weather, or playing foolish games with my daughter, wild and free. painting or drawing or playing in the park, or sitting quietly outside in the dark. i am a simple man, simple simple simple

and now the words fail me