Friday, April 29, 2011


How can I get where I'm going when I'm not sure if it even exists?
     I keep walking, but the earth turns against the momentum of gravity.
Saying this is real,
                           and watch your step girl.

   I lost sight of the horizon a long time ago now
     And the scenery waltzes by so slow and sweet it breaks all my feelings into more than I can chew.

This isn't poetry, this is a mess.
        falling down and about cause I've got nothing left to stand by.
  What good is your map when I don't want to know which way is up?


  1. This is a mess and this is a good mess :-)

  2. I love the way you write these thoughts...and it sounds like you have your act together as in confidence in just being :)