Higher Floor

      Sometimes it’s like pushing a boulder up hill. The creative vibe has to be undeniable to think about writing. Getting old ain’t no picnic either. Memory isn’t what it once was, and finding the perfect time, well that doesn’t exist.  
 
      When I was starting out many moons ago. I could write a couple of poems a day until I’d get frustrated, simply because I wasn’t very good yet. Still don’t know that I’m any good, but I do have mileage now, and am what one might call seasoned.  
 
      In my prime years, which were my mid 20’s, to my early 30’s. I could bust out five, or six, a day. I’m sitting on a fucking surplus, of work, that might never be read. And the real early stuff, will never see the light of day. It was lousy, it truly wasn’t good. I keep it only as a reminder, of where I started at. It’s motivational fodder.  
 
      So it’s really difficult now a days. I truly have more ideas than I ever did, only problem is my mind is faster, than my typing. It’s always been that way, I hunt and peck, on the keyboard, people. I’ve grown to old, and lazy, to handwrite my ideas out.  
 
      Oh those were the days, writing at my desk, by candlelight. I led a very lonely teenage existence, you can tell, huh? I was a hold out of the analog period, who was eventually converted, to the current digital age. I’m not the only one, more of my kind exists, I think.  
 
      I have had to rebuild my music collection, on multiple occasions. I started out with cassettes, then went to compact discs, started keeping it on hard drives, and now streaming some of it. Still have a bulk of it on an external drive, and my masters, which is I still have every C.D., I ever bought.  
 
      I digress. Sorry about the detour, I’m known to go off road, and sometimes I just go on a tangent. This isn’t a secret, for those, who know me.  
 
      Also, one last thing about change in the world. The Government dubbed it progress, at one point in time. Who knows what the new phrase is, I sometimes use archaic slang, can’t help it. It’s muscle memory now.  
 
      In my defense though, it’s very easy to get lost these days. Since I graduated high school, they’ve added an ocean, took away a planet, and do some new form of math, I don’t understand. Apparently, my form of mathematics, is outdated. I still think it works just fine.  
 
      Ok, it’s to early in our relationship, to not be forthright. I actually had writers-block tonight. It happens. I’m learning, I’m human these days. Mortality, is a cruel reminder, of letting us know, our time here on earth, will eventually come to an end. Treasure the moments, of every single day, leave a scab, on the fabric of society.  
 
      So I want to end this with a quote, by a legend, an innovator in music, a fucking genius in his field of endeavor. If you know what these lyric mean, then you’ll get where I’m coming from. The late, great, Prince, wrote these brilliant words:  
 
“And if the elevator tries to bring you down  
Go crazy - punch a higher floor”