What are you giving up in order to keep what you're not willing to give up?

There's a petroglyph in my front yard.  It is etched upon a large piece of local volcanic stone.  There is depicted on one side a man figure with a bow firing an arrow at another figure, on the other a spiral and a sun sign.  The peoples who inhabited these mountains were the Miwok of the Shoshone group.  In his book, 'The Handbook of California Indians completed in 1911, Alfred Krober the pioneering anthropologist stated that wherever he found petroglyphs the local people had no knowledge…

Silence and patience often sound the same.

...and some days, I have trouble reasoning with my inner cynic.

I was wondering,

is there a chance,

a small possibility,

a tiny crack for me to fit through.



Before this world comes tumbling,

will it recognise 'me' and ‘my’ talent?

Is there still time for ‘me’

to have a piece of the pie?



The critics will rave and they will say,

GENIUS!

and compare me to the gluttonous creatives from back in the day

who…