it’s definitely a race. Of time and place, of the secret hunt. Of a sharing person, of something given, don’t take the wind, at least sometimes, it pushes, sometimes it’s a fight, sometimes truly I’m not alright. Up there somewhere, when I am grounded, I realize that it’s so profound.
I need a cheaper pound. And a way to pay, a dime to give, or something more to say. I guess there’s more to life than this, even if typing is temporary bliss. So in cantor and meter, in silence but not, I’m telling you that I never forgot.
Hey, it’s OK. Sometimes I gotta be not ok, just to get better, but maybe there’s other ways I could adapt, play or choose, things, people, or clues, or just let it all dissipate, sometimes just to give other’s – and myself – maybe even God – a little bit of a break from stress. So that’s a decent plight perhaps, enjoy, try, and do the necessary things and definitely the right ones.
Clear & Precise Resumes 