Depending on the mood, I sit alone,
Experimenting with my mental state,
Experiencing extreme love and hate,
Perpetually being on my own.
Depending on your love, I face the world,
Extending my self beyond these four walls,
Propelling my fear down corridor’d halls,
Returning each night to my bed uncurled.
Ev’rything I try to do comes undone:
Some thing’s got to give way, must it be me?
Sweet sanity is precious mental health —
Insanity blocks out the Maker’s Son.
Outside the darkness is easy to see;
No thing’s in here expect for Pluto’s stealth…

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to (And, in case you are also interested, I have an extensive list of celebrity birth and death details if you wish to 'confirm' what you suspect may be a past-life experience of yours.) Bless.
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