decide who you want to be
place faith in that
tighten everything up
and walk straight into that damn storm, headfirst!

the angles need no more playing
stop
decide
can’t you feel that wind outside?
don’t you know what time of the year it is?

everything seems like chaos
yet only in great chaos
perfect art is born;
embrace it
get swept up, dorothy…

it is all so powerful, fantastic;
the end of times is a figure of speech
applied to any part of your life
when you choose to walk a completely new path

that is the life decision of this lonely wanderer,
wanting and walking
such a fine line between realities;
your path of great novels and fairy-tales
is not your decision to be made by me

hold your baby tight
keep your eyes sharp
and smile at how inevitable your survival is…

as long as you keep going

af

(written on computer)