everyone thinks,
but not enough

everyone acts,
but not enough

everyone makes a choice,
but not always the right one

everyone lives,
but not the right way

the key to life is
living

sometimes old love,
never went away.

oftentimes it's still there,
but the love is bent and
s e v e r e d.

i keep my balance,
    throughout the day,
         until you meet my way.
              suddenly feeling dizzy,
                    tipsy, looking at your
                              pretty face.

No luck with love
I'll admit it.

I commit and dive in,
sort of stuck.

All in or not at all,
that's my premise.

Awe-struck always,
if it's not working.