I live a fortunate and blessed life.
Each morning I wake waiting
For the ball to drop, knowing
I will be the sole creator
Of my own demise.
Nature, nurture, the stars.
How I long to let go
Past out of mind.
To be optimistic and secure.
To let the fog of the past clear.
In eager anticipation I wait.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
I live a fortunate and blessed life.
Each morning I wake waiting
For the ball to drop, knowing
I will be the sole creator
Of my own demise.
Nature, nurture, the stars.
How I long to let go
Past out of mind.
To be optimistic and secure.
To let the fog of the past clear.
In eager anticipation I wait.
