I'm Out Of Synch...

I'm out of synch with the rhythm of life. I often feel at the mercy of strife. Yet, isn't it dead fish that go with the flow? ! If that's so, I'll cultivate an inner glow, Instead of keeping up with the Joneses. And I'll stay away from foolish poseurs. I will happily keep on composing Poetry, continue with my paintings And leave the mad rat race to all the rats and Fat cats, who can never hope to understand One such as me. I only wish to be free And transcribe my sweet dream- visions endlessly. I'm not interested in success or power. My one true aim is to create wondrous flowers.