Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Decide

 (are you ready to begin?)

i never knew the last moment ended

how could another be starting?

(don't be so childish, get on with it)

childish

child-like

children

child

what was it brian (or wadsworth) said?

child is the father of the man

(well then, old man..grandfather, take us back again)

are you sure? there be monsters down that path

monsters down that path...monsters...

 

feeling differently in the setting sun of this time around the wheel

so much to do

so much done wrong

so much to be undone before the last twinkling star of the last night to try fades into the obscurity of another trip around the wheel and i'm still seven steps from the top of mount i don't give a damn

happenstance is just the floundering of imagination crossing the river of dreams and you  won't know the question until you step inside the catacombs of your past and see the answers you scribbled on the walls in various attempts to find your way back out

now you step with caution feeling about the cool, cool walls of doubt and regret searching for reflection or redemption or maybe simply validation of your time in this pitre dish of ideas and emotion knowing all the while that these things can only come from within your own heart

your heart

your heart

in the center of it all your heart

how do i gain entrance to the fort that guards your heart if i can't find the way out of mine?

yes, there do be monsters here

of my own making

the soft blue of midnight trips into the vast unknown of youth disloved into the overwhelming gray of adulthood and we were all bound to rules that we never knew or understood as the time we thought was on our side slid further into obscurity that echoed in the canyons of the isolation we created to hide from our true selves

our true self

our true self under skies of color and imagination

we only have one chance to ride this magic

we only have one chance to witness the sideshow

witness the sideshow in this land of words and phrases

yes, there be monsters here

and there are wondrous creatures of love and beauty

it wouldn't be a sideshow without both

the ticket office is words away from where you are today or yesterday or tomorrow simply speak and the ride will begin

 

(is this where it begins or ends?)

isn't that for you to decide....

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