Sometimes I
realize that despite
all the things that go on
we move on, to a new day.
It's not something we
want to do, but we
do it anyway
because
we can.
We step
out into a brand
new kind of fire without
any kind of regard for self
and kind of like a raging
storm we thrash
our way across
the stage.
Each one of
Us meddling in
the tainted waters of time,
hoping the pebble we throw
will change the river's course.
Do we have that sort of
elemental power
to change our
destinies?
Or are we
trapped in a
cage whose bars
are always just beyond
our visions and our dreams?