Monday, December 12, 2005

poem in threes

Wandering traveler

Wherever you are going you always look two steps ahead
Pacifying your desire to fight or flight

Weary traveler





But did you see today
Things happened that hadn’t happened yesterday
Things that changed my mind to TRUST right around


The truth is I don’t know my passion.

Passionate.
To feel passion.


There has to be something that one is passionate about.

I am passionless.
But only for awhile.

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