Note to self & listeners… You know those 20+ years you wrote from the heart not really considering the reader and how the words would be perceived in the mind of the receiver… Those years matters not; or matters little in the grand plan of … everything. 

After a few months of studying the art of poetry I find them pretentious and vain. Them being the reference of learning and marks. 

So here I stand at the crossroads of all. How to go on, and how to to find my purpose – here?

Any ideas? Any suggestions for one lost at sea …