“Time? You ask me what time it is?

How dare you ask me for the time?

Go find the time on your own damn time”

Well, not sure where all that came from. Just some dank poetry which appears to be my new specialty.

They say writing poetry is a good way to release what is in your soul. Damn, apparently I must be pretty dark in there.

Time and money are both man made illusions to count our days and measure our wealth. Every notice why everything man creates we never have enough of. True wealth is free and there is always an abundance, as long as you connect to the source of life itself.

These little things that I get from reading “Timekeeper” by Mitch Albom.