It was the worst and the best of times
as once was said
crawling out of bed will no recollection in my head
about how I awoke with a start
from a fresh blackout and emptiness in my heart
naked I was when I awoke
yet the felling was not of a birth
more of a progression into my lost and bewildered soul
I have yet to be called old
so my adavantage in my game of addiction is 30:Love
back and forth
back and forth
wildly chasing the green little ball
a tennis match of epic proportions
It pains me to be in this match for I have begun the game without shoes
Yet now I see that what will protect me feet was never far from me