Logic vs. animal, rational and desirous
Compete for my attention and affection
Back to where I belong, I suppose.
Better this way.
I'm living life from one rehearsal to the next
And it's starting to get a little old.
"You reinvent yourself every 7 years" someone told me.
I might be getting closer.
7-year itch?
Alone here and awake.
I was reaching, calling out and opened up and trusted that
I could.
It stings a little, but I know better.
Grainy focus
Blurred edges and lines
Fast-forward please to the part where I know my lines?
Where I know what the next page brings?
"...for wise men know what monsters you make of them.'''
Sniffing on the wind, something's coming.
Little twisting vines wrap through my ears scrambling to catch hold.
Tentacles, even. Barbed and envenomed.
I take that leap, I touch that spinning wheel, I climb because
If I never did, I might never make it.
But if I don't at least I tried.
I do it because I don't know any other way.
Because a life lived at anything less than full-speed...
Not that it isn't a life at all, it just isn't a life for me.
Overwhelmed and undernourished
Here your path takes a turn and mine continues straight.
It was nice to walk here a little while,
And I must remember that this way is just as lush,
Just as perfect still as I go on.
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