Just thought I would turn my computer on.
Just to let it run, exercise its electronics.
There's still a lot I would like to write.
But I don't.

It happens every Sunday, this yearning to write.
Express my opinions, but who has listened in the past?
Others write what I think, and are noted for their words.
But not me.

I've even thought of giving away my words.
Leave them at Whitewater and Whiteside.
That's the only way others would ever know my thoughts.
But I don't.

It's been months, or is it years, since I've wrote.
Just as long since I've gone anywhere;
Or met and talked with anyone.
It's so lonely, being a loner.
But who cares?

I've even learnt from a 'friend?' my place in life.
I'm a when there is nothing else to do friend.
And they always have something else to do;
Don't they.

I'm going to go meditate and work on my quarter staff.
It's something I've thought of doing recently.
And I'm going to go do it now.