i vacillate t'wixt and t'ween
love and all that i've seen
here.

somewhat shaken, always stirred
and left with only my blurred
vision

to help ford my way of life
with natural pain and on-going strife
still

i smile, squinch at the sun
glad there is the one Son
guiding

me til my forever's near
and hum a tune i can't hear.
always

this will be my season,
word-smithing--my reason
as

i move on with Quixotish seeing
of nothin' ever being
exact.

and as the road to my heart's
closing so a solemn amusement park
can be erected in it's stead
i need to say...need to say:
have a nice day,

and i realy mean it, man.

02/08/2006