Bleary eyes and a neon glow
these days spent done with no goal
A heavy sigh and a thundering cloud
a look out, ahead - the dangerous shore
Adventure carries not these heavy handed sentiments
it is not trapping, it is more like a dance
But such a long week on an island adrift
forces a look with a mirror and a dose of reality
My philosophy on life,
a simple way to live
Not much to make me happy
just a few smiles a day and a hug when needed
Enough to live on
enough to not worry
Achievement needed not
Just company
But opportunity stands with hands on hips
demanding so much more than I need
A hard master
perhaps it is not what we thought
Timing.
Send help, lest I turn down a path I should not.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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