It aches often

that organic organ

beats its own rhythm sometimes.

Occasionally I wonder,

what does it take to be human?

I sit here nearly every day

and I may speculate a lot,

and no one else knows,

except maybe my dog,

such a loyal companion.

My thoughts are heartfelt,

my soul sometimes cries

inside the helplessness of a day.

I know somewhere in my heart

is borne a notion of love.