| Subject | These days |
| DateCreated | 4/8/2008 10:29:00 PM |
| PostedDate | 4/8/2008 11:22:00 PM |
| Body | These days I don’t watch where I’m going Sinking slowly at a slope into sand I know is coming I measure with every step, how many inches I have left to go I slip into a circular current pushing strong against the rest and I protest to no avail before I even spoke the words, the tide swept clean the path on which I went And in confusion I see clearly that there is chaos and struggle, indeed all paths lead nowhere in a fog but some have guides, and some do not and oh, sweet disaster, she beacons me with open arms unlike mine, so limp and unmoving she needs only lead me and I’m gone or is it he? |