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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Uncertainty

Floating somewhere between dreaming
And awake,
I walk down this hallway (of life),
False sense of direction (and determination)
In my step,
A smile plastered on my face,
Having yet to reach my eyes.
(Perhaps the crinkle
cannot or will not
travel the great distance of my cheeks
To create that twinkle
We're all dying to achieve).
Maybe I should stop to ask for directions?
Nah, the map has been folder in my pocket
All this time,
Once so fresh and crisp,
Now worn from repeated referencing.....
Yet still (barely) legible.

April 2001

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