I awoke this mourn,grasping at a concept,unlearned or misunderstood.The reality of reality.It's mist,a veil of foggy confusion... The dance of the songbird in the dawning sunrise. The puzzle still missing yet another piece. If I were to speak,when I should be quiet... If I were to listen,when I should ignore... If I were to walk,when I should sit down... If I were to stay awake,when I should sleep... Would my life be different? Today? Tommorrow? Ever? If I were to do what was not expected... Where would I be now,if but,one thing,I did differently? It is like looking through a microscope with many different lenses. Perhaps things would appear different, yet really be the same. Was I part of a plan or is it a plan of my choice? Of all the endless possibilities,perhaps there is no real difference. I lay down and close my eyes.For now,it all remains the same. |
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