Most of the time, I'm always doing something active, work; or either outdoor activities or creative writing.
I like dancing, parties, a great variety of social functions.
I'm a deep thinker, and like to express myself in poetry, sometimes serious, sometimes funny, eg:
God made the land of Eden with a large supply of fruits,
And gave it to a couple who were dressed in birthday suits.
The serpent came and tempted Eve to make the first mistake.
If only she'd left apples be, and barbecued the snake.

or on a serious note:
Is she waiting in the snowfall of an unseen distant plateau,
That lives today on christmas cards all packed up now? Is that so?
Would the lamps that light the pathways put a glow upon her face?
Are these images of fantasies all gone without a trace?

Is she staring from the window of a house, with fascination,
Totally enthralled by crystal clear precipitation,
Falling down to make the grass a darker shade of green;
Unwilling to be other than she was before 13?

Is she smiling in the sunshine of the inner city skylines,
Pretty as a photograph unsuited to the bylines
Contained inside newspapers circulating with great speed?
Is she reaching for the clouds and hoping that she’ll soon be freed?

Could she be a long lost princess well concealed within the fog?
Is she now beyond her 20s and still free to kiss the frog,
Transforming him into the prince he’d never ceased to be;
Especially if that prince of hers is someone just like me?

Is she free of all commitments made before the time was right,
And open to her destiny in silent streets one night,
To be that part of me which I have yet to find for sure,
That part that fills the void, so there can be no need for more?