so I've burned a bridge or two and
I've scoured one lonely little city
I must stop eventually and face myself
I can't continue to live under this rock of
self pity
I need to somehow make up for two important yet
lost days
someone once said, 'there are ways and there are
ways!'
but you have to be prepared for what the next one
to come along says
look out for the beige but make room for the grays
I need to put some distance between myself and what
I'm afraid I'll soon become
I'd rather be right in my ignorance than long winded
in the wrong
to everyone's life GOD composes a suitable song
mine must be something comical yet drawn out and
deadeningly long
yet the pulse of life just now twitches under my
thumb
but in my head I hear a different drum
and to my old safe habits I softly succumb
this foggy testament to the grappling truth
is indeed a plum
why don't I feel like this writer won
it doesn't really matter I suppose
since winning is not supposed to be everything
anyway
so what the hell!
I'm done.......................
( written Aug 6,1991 am)