Some things come back-around…
some things are cyclical…
some things sometimes rebound…
some things and some people
are innately predictable…
take me, for example:
I go to the same places,
I do the same things,
I order the same drinks,
I listen to the same songs,
as I have done so for years –
you could say that
I have found “my groove”
and what I take great pleasure in doing?
But the thing that binds
all the things that I do
when I am out and about
walking the streets and seeing the sights
of the city that I visit the most frequently
and the one that I know more than any-other,
is my writing: the poetry, the short-stories,
the inspiration, the musings of life
that I have written – that in themselves
tell a story of their own and of their connection
to me and why I wrote them.

I admit it, I do things…
I say things… I think about things…
I write about things that people
who know me for what I do
may consider what I do my signature?
My identity? My tag? My trademark?
However, though some things
will never change about me,
there is always the possibility
that I will do something unexpected
and out of the ordinary!

I will always return to the same places…
I will always read the same books
of the same authors…
I will always watch the same
types of TV shows and movies…
I will always listen to
my favourite artists
and the music that they make…
I will always be the same person
who is writing what you are reading –
because, the fact of the matter is
that I, like most people,
am wonderfully predictable.