fortress of excuses

excuses pile upon
e x c u s e s
as the days fly by,
as i fritter the moments away.
the garbage man comes
but i'm not ready to part with
all my excuses --
come back another day!

the walls i build make me feel
safe and secure.
a delusion, i know,
but i can't accept myself for who i am
so i lean on the external world
to define my self-worth.
why can't i bring myself to remove
this mask of weakness
when i see its outline clearly in the mirror?
why am i content to settle for easy
when a little work would change my world?

Tickish-Tockish

who has time to consider
     collateral damage when
  the catastrophe's already
             unfolding?

... Who has time to think on
   future & consequence
when present circumstance is
so much more compelling?

It's Time

It's time to stop
interpreting silence.
Magnifying nothingness
to find imagined significance
gets us nowhere.

It's time to stop
chasing every echo.
What lived here yesterday
left a residue to scrub away.
Scrub it away