There was this guy.
He prayed to die.
Oh, don’t sigh.
The one day he awoke.
Yep, no joke.
Gosh, he was stoked.
Everything was bright.
Did he see the light?
It felt right.
He heard a song.
And tried to sing along.
He knew he wasn’t wrong.
Suddenly he wants to share.
He wanted to care.
Do I dare?
So in the middle of the night.
He started to write.
And for once everything was alright.
RGH
7-7-19
Stream of Consciousness 