Poetry rather than song this time.

"Climbing Rocks"

Stumbling across rocks at times.
Wondering why things were.
I climbed up hills and slid down the other side
When I thought I had a strong foothold under me.
Gradually collapsing warnings that I didn't heed
Left me alone and cold feeling.
Glint in the eye a bit of a lie
To hide behind to the rest of the world.
Disappearing when reflecting on present day.
Did anyone really know, but me?
Sometimes not even I did.
Living in a half life waiting.
Always waiting and longing to be
Up on top solidly and steadily.
Not meant to be.
Not inside what I am.
A profound statement declaring worth
That age has redefined as something completely different
Than what I thought I'd produce.
Succombed to it's blinders
Without remorse. Well, without much anyway.
Acceptance of truth.
Wonder of tomorrow.
Should life have been different?
History remains constant.
Shaped into this particular human form.
Were there dead times and useless moments?
I'm not sure that any really were.

BJH
11/8/2006

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