1
The demons are back. These termites
of the mind are blowing up synapses
morphing consciousness into obsession
banning all thoughts unrelated to
hypertext
and the project at hand to a Mental
Siberia
where Lawrence Welk music plays
throughout eternity. There's no rest
here, in the demonic mind, a stressful
dance I thought I'd left with semi-
retirement, recently enjoying a new
life of tranquility, relaxation, peace
but no, no, no, the demons are back
keeping me awake, dragging me
to the computer at odd moments
to change a word, fix some code
obsessed, always obsessed, with
the work, the work, the work
I thought I was done with all this.
2
But I learned something.
Across the way the grass is never
greener.
Across the way the grass is always
brown.
Happiness is knowing when to quit.
