Haiku

A white sheet awaits
The Story of my life,
In words and pictures.

Thought word and deed.
An ego exposed to ridicule?
Secretly pleasing.

Lost Youth.

Water under the bridge
Sounds happy. Downstream
We no longer listen

Higher Education.

A silent clock fights
A monotone monologue,
I watch in boredom

Through winter streets
To cold lecture halls I travel
Asleep in my bed.

Present Day.

Everyday, I work.
Each evening, I stay up late.
How time flies.

Here in the darkness.
Michael Jordan is calling,
I must go to him.