I came across this on my computer while looking for something else. I don't know if I wrote it or copied it from somewhere else. I'd like to think I was this eloquent but I can't be sure. Either way the words still ring true.
I could drown in the dew on my face.
I
live in a desert
A
drop is like a pool
A
cup is like a river
The
dew on my face would be like an ocean but I have never experienced
either
I
would leave but I know no way out.
Waking
I'd
rather wake up in the middle of nowhere anytime
than
in the middle of someplace.
I'd
rather be uncomfortable in a place that had wonder
than
wonder about someplace that was comfortable.
If
it was warm, and comfortable, and easy
there
would be a thousand gerbils to mess things up.
Steps
The
first step is the hardest.
No,
maybe it is the 12th, or the 27th.
With
the first step you have resolve
And
with the second you have determination.
The
fourth and fifth you greet with elation.
By
the ninth you have momentum,
It
all looks so good.
But
then there is some little glitch,
A
reason to break your stride.
A
crack in that first resolve,
A
waver in your determination,
A
loss of confidence.
A
beginning of the slide.
You
whip up your courage,
And
take another step.
But
it's no good.
You've
broken your stride
It
began so well when you said,
I
will throw a pebble into the river every day
You
were doomed when you said,
I
am in a hurry (or was it too tired )
I
will throw in two tomorrow
14
Oct 2004
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