I do count the years sometimes,

and I’m left a little fascinated.

How long does a state of mind

remain a distant memory that

can remind us of the same.

It seems the count today is

relevant and yet seems so far.

I’m really not trying to frighten,

or bring unmerited attention.

The goal is to explain away

years of misperceived peace.

I’d stand inside a whirlwind

of discontent if only I knew

someday I might freely depart.

My years go on and today I

believe my words find strength.