Monday, January 6, 1997

wherever that may be


two steps backward for an evening
not bad at all
enjoying both the meal and the company
what was it I said that made the room silent
not much sleep the night before
something deep within that wouldn't leave the head
spinning sideways as always
troubled by something unknown at this time
smoke rises and with this
the wish to be like the wind or air
or the smoke caught in it's grasp
not as free as we all think we are
not all as free as the lonesome hobo
will pick up and be gone on to the next destination
wherever that may be
uncovering another problem
nothing that cannot be solved
confidence and strength from within
running ahead five or six steps
wherever that may be
catching the next strong breeze I might be gone
with the wind for a momentary ride
lifting me to that spot wherever that may be. . .

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