Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I fell off my Rocking Horse...
Sometimes you arrive at a place and you say,
"wow. this is where I am. who would've thought?"
Somehow or another you got on this train, and I got on that one
and that's why we are the way we are.
Messages are lost in static and memories delete in moments
Things come from nowhere and others
vanish completely before your eyes.
There is no use in trying to decipher any of the signs.
Such troubled conscious and altered view,
this is the lens that I didn't have before.
Magnified, intensified, and always worrisome
these signals tell me things I never knew.