Friday, March 5, 1999

sort of contentment

found my balance in uncertainty
then lost it somewhere in happiness
the walls came down
relaxation took over
and the fire burned me
this time it felt more real
was somehow convinced
the world wouldn’t take my word for it
keep it moving to avoid
the bullets aimed at feet
stumble still smiling stand staring
the mirror has always been cracked
from end to end
realization there is none
lost the game
didn’t want to play the song
never knew the words
balance returned with over due
library books never got to read
no matter how fast
driving away from the setting sun
gets me nowhere fast
darkness still arrives
home still holds
a sort of contentment
and it is happiness stifled
at the moment
it avoids me …

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