I'm not always a jerk. Most of the time maybe, but not always.

Often I'm well intentioned. Sometimes it just doesn't look like it.

A lot of times i want so much more. Later I realize I have too much.

I often long for things I Don't have any more. Sometimes I get them again, but usually not.

Sometimes I can't let go no matter how hard I try. This gets better over time, some say. I'm not so sure that's true.

Usually things bounce off me, but that doesn't mean I don't feel it.

I don't anger easily, but It's harder for me to forget.

Sometimes I'm in a lot of pain and you'd never know it. Other times I look like I am but I'm not at all.

I've buried the past, friends and loved ones, the hatchet, my head in the sand, The truth, treasures, myself in my work.

Not all things are connected. Some things are though.

Where does the time go, I ask. I have no answer to that.

Sometimes I eat when I'm hungry for so much more. Other times I let it ride.

I'm not wise. This is certain. Just somewhat versed.

Now and again I get bored, but it seldom lasts long.

Sometimes I don't know when to stop, other times I do.