fettered are we
laced up
in the arms
of time's finest straight jacket
LIFE
almost a beautiful cut of tweed
for some
ever moving
among the self important pauses
a world of centuries grinning back
at a sudden lone being
encapsulated by just that
BEING
every second is precious
creating schemes
that falter to rush
far passed
the frankness of the present
shelter is
that one last amazing breath
that others
can only seem to find the courage
in themselves
enough to fear
its arrival
seems so damn silly
to actually be afraid to
go back home
Melissa
(March 26,2003(1am)