Thursday, September 11, 2008

Late-Night First Draft

I sometimes think I’ll live forever
Keep trudging through the quicksand of my path
And stumbling through the toxic swamp
Always breaking free
One breath before disaster.

I sometimes think I’d be okay
With losing even more than what I have
And steeling myself never to look back
So that I never
Have to see what’s left behind.

I sometimes think things will get better
If not always than at least for one short time
And searching my own self for all the answers
To give me fight to
Keep that hope alive.

It’s not that I am always thinking sometimes
I know enough to let go and let be
And all the things uncertain in my future
Questions unanswered
For the moment silenced.

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