Published by

K Mark Schofer

Day time is night time

Sleeps sets in at random

Night owls become

morning people.

Where were you

You are still there

Your post card

Is jet lag.

Privilege to fly

Overseas

Be thankful for

the opportunity

To be

Out of sorts.

Jet Lag

It’s your souvenir

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.