Thursday, August 21, 2008
Yesterday, soon Tomorrow
It seems like just yesterday
I was young, carefree.
I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get it
nothing could stop me, I flowed like the wind.
but is Todays confusion what I envisioned?
the heartache, the strife, my lack of connection with me?
No longer the stormy wind, now a rain puddle
still fluid, craving movement, but stuck.
Tired of stagnancy. Feel like evaporating.
Dissolving my substance to one day, take again to the air
and again fly in the wind.
Tomorrow I'll rain down on your up-turned face
and quench your thirst
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