"Will your fingers find my back?
Familiar?
I fit in the question I had to ask.
Did you, think maybe I, was doing quite well, without you, in the frame?"
So many times I think, that I may in fact think too much. Or conversely, not think enough. Wondering where I will find the happiness I'm after. That I've sought. Wondering if I lost it somewhere or if I just haven't found it yet. Do you do the same? Do you shut your eyes to the truth?
Do we all maybe shut our eyes and push blindly into the future hoping for the best or at least something that not worse than where we stand now? Or perhaps, do we look inwards and hope that maybe just this once, a choice will yield the results that we want. Or maybe, we shouldn't hope for results at all. And just step forward. Backwards? Somewhere. Movement.
And so now in the time that remains here, I sit and think. Sit and not think. I prepare to be unprepared, no expectations, other than maybe finding something good somewhere down the road.
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