Fearing what to do
is the hardest thing
When you feel your whole life
is hanging by a string
To grasp and grapple in a battle
to hold tight
you might falter and fumble
yourself into flight
if you loosen your grip
and wait for your chance
you might wait forever
locked in your stance
The trick is to balance
and know when to try
to take a deep breath
and close your eye
Get lost in the depth
and pattern of the weave
gather it's strength
but it's structure you leave
in this mesh
a thread you will braid
over and again
until a bridge you have made
This bridge only leads onwards
only one way to go
Let go of the string
and go for a stroll.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)