At times

At times I sit at the kitchen table
T.V off nothing but silence that is around me
At times I wonder about the stupid things
Other times I think about the impotent things
Or sometimes I sit there just quietly with my thoughts
I let my thoughts roam around in my head
Then at time I sit there with memories of good and bad play
Yes in my head it is like a cinema
I got horror, tragedy, depression, happy, and pleasant movies
The happy and pleasant memories seem to be winning the bad ones
Sometimes I sit at my kitchen table with a blank paper and pencil
Waiting for something to hit me like an idea to draw or a poem to write
And at time I just sit there looking out the kitchen window just looking at the birds fly by