My Front Porch

I have a magical chair

On my front porch

In which I sit

Every night

And smoke

And stare

And think.

When I sit in my chair

On my front porch

I step into another realm

Deep inner dialogues

Spin my soul

I ponder and question

I challenge my own thinking

And for a moment

Or sometimes hours

I am removed

When I sit in my chair

On my front porch

I see successes and mistakes

I see love

I see heartache

And I watch the story of my life

Be told

Perfectly