finding it's way out...
07/26/2002 08:31 p.m.
This is not really a journal... it's not really a poem... it's just something trying to find it's way out:

When I was young
I found a little red wagon.
The name on the side
read "Radio Flyer"
and I was in love.
I carried that thing
everywhere I went,
pulled it until the
wheels rattled when they rolled;
the paint chipped;
the handle shook;
and still it was my pride a joy...
Until the day
that Bobby said
I was too old to play with toys --
he was a pretty boy --
and I gave that wagon away.

Well, it's been a long time
since I felt young
but love and freedom can
bring that alive again.
All the Bobbies in the world
sing in my head these days...
I'm too old to hang on
to silly things
and silly dreams
but this feels real to me.
See, my heart's attached
to a music man,
and he can soothe my soul.
When I hear his rhythm
through that speaker loud
I smile because I know
my "Radio Flyer" came back to me
all shiny and brand new,
better than I remember,
better than I could dream,
and this time there's no letting go.

I am currently Reflective
I am listening to Cool stuff by a good friend