licking the adventure life... i
always seem to be touching it, but
never owning it.
needlenose pliers snip and pull away
the little bits of me i didn't know were there.
pain teaches me, even as i dream of a brighter day
music plays on, somehow, somewhere
and, the fog clears, maybe for now,
maybe forever.
this life i've chosen, did i ever really have one?
i'd choose it all over again, if they asked,
with a few minor changes, undoubtedly.
but, do they? maybe
life is this, the
constant revisions, quiet ecstasies, blue and
grey and white and red
looking in to her eyes, looking out of my own
woke up this morning,
quiet night passed.
one of those nights, where, everything changes
and i am reminded why this was all here
and what the hard times are for
i am no longer an orphan in this world, i think.
at least not for today.
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