Overthinking

I don't know whether to laugh or cry

And at times people may think that I'm high

As a kite,

When I take off on flights

Of fancy or go off on rants

Or maybe, just maybe, perchance

I'm just taking the time to enhance

My point of view

So I can see clearly through

To the end of the road

Or as far as the horizon goes.

Maybe I'm searching for wisdom

To get me to the Kingdom.

Looking through the eyes of children,

My only real kindred,

Waiting for a change of season;

Trying hard to find a reason-

The how, the what, the why of it all

So I don't just crumple up and fall

Out of sight, out of mind,

Forgotten by the rest of human kind.

I tell myself I'm playing nice

But perhaps this is just another vice

Like women, drugs and liquor drinking

But then again,
Maybe I'm just overthinking...

Final Voyage (Departure...)

Go gently now

Into the west.

Your work is done

You can find rest

Safe in the knowledge 

That you've done your best.

The sun sinks low

In the darkening sky;

The birds fill the air

With their evening cries

And land and sea 

Heave telling sighs.

Fear not the shades 

Of the gathering dusk,

Or wind that howls 

With every gust,
Or the creaking ship  

That on the waves bucks:

Your pathway is clear

And your guide you can trust.

Go, then, in peace

Your time has come.

Your race is over

And you have won.

You needn't fret 

Over what's left undone.

Pass on your torch 
To those who yet run

And who must still toil 
under the sun.