this place of flux
has become stable ground
the realities of juxtoposition
have become the guidelines
i've pissed on each side of the fence
so many times that neither is greener
what if
i cant see clearly
thru the fog
... i made
i've spent
so much time doubting
... i cant see truth?
i've built walls
gates and towers, so very tall,
that even i cannot peek over...
what if
i've given more power to loss...
then tomorow
placed such fear in momentum...
that i accept stagnation
or cower, not in fear of my failure
but in apprehension of expectation
will i ever
justify my self
to me
look in the mirror
with recognition
accept my actions
as easily as i shrug them off to others???
or, will i tomorrow
done my uniform
apply my face
and see yet another yesterday
...
vivaciously awaiting the time
i will write about tomorrow
the serenity
the satiation
and dreams it will un-veil
