Soliloquy #44 Mid-Life Crisis   I ache for my childhood - back where joy lives.   For life has slammed me up against the wall, clutched my throat with such force I can barely gasp for mercy. I thrash about hopelessly.   I pray I have learned something.   But too many pieces to the puzzle are missing, I can't even find one corner piece. Useless tears blur the colors and make the tired attempt at wholeness fuzzy and meaningless.   Check, I must be lost before I'm found.   I sup