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Sometimes life is so strange

It's so strange that it    s t r a i n s    the soul

- And the spirit

- And the body

Life

A mere four letter word in constant intercourse

Sexxing situations

- And problems

- And issues

- And trials

Conceiving stress

- And struggle

- And travail

- And denial

And damn

Damn if every time an opportunity to exhale arrives on the scene

Another gasp of air is immediately needed

Right there

- And right then

- And right now

- And right when

Sitting down seems so inviting

And lying down seems even better

To just allow one horizontal  moment   of     s t i l l n e s s

To isolate you within one moment of peace  fulfilled   with     g o o d n e s s

When suddenly a thought occurs to you about

What exactly the hell it is that you should

Or should not do

Damn..

Do I have to?

Must I?

Is it absolutely necessary that I continue  with   this   s t r u g g l e

- And trip

- And fall

Stumbling painfully along and alone

As I try to find my way

And   locate   the   sense   of   purpose   that   enduring   yet   another   day

Is supposed to make..

Sometimes this one way trip doesn?t seem worthy enough for me to take

Especially when I look around

And the strangeness of  my  four letter  word

Begins to feel

So  OUT  s t r a n g e d

So  OUT  s t r a i n e d



So  OUT  s t r e s s e d

So  AB   s u r d



No...

Its not that sometimes life feels so strange



It just is...

It



Just



Is



MoodSWingz_09January2004