A Narrow Margin

A Narrow Margin

Differences, are crucial

What Goes?

Sometimes you need to take the long way home. I’ve heard it said: “There are no short cuts in life.” I’m starting to have my doubts, about this whole project, and the way things are going. You should let your light shine. Sometimes, the world; seems pretty dark.

All the things, I wish that I had know. Isn’t that the game here? Is knowing in advance, how things will rock and roll? Think about it. Really if you knew, ahead of time; just how things were going to go, you would have made your mind up, a long time ago.

And really, some people believe to know; exactly how things are going to go. They have zero doubts, about the way things are. Or the way things are going to be. They should be very proud of themselves.

In The Dark

If you could reach in, and knowingly do what matters; what would you do? Would you sit in idle smug content, or do something about the problem? As for me, I’ve been doing what I can, for a long time. Seems, they don’t listen to me. And this, is starting to look like a narrow margin.

Differences, are crucial. Being able to understand, the difference. Really if you knew ahead of time, then you understood the gap between here and there. And how are you going to deal with that gap? Have you got a plan, to deal with something that seems like, you want coordinates, on some map of geography, of loss and grief. If you knew where you are, what would it really be?

Would you look, in wonder? Or would the tears run long and hard? Would you see the sea, and think; I want to be wild and free?

Do you want to live, wild and free? How do you want to live? You want a life, so mediocre, and boring, that makes this life; look good? That would be a tragic loss. Sometimes, people don’t understand what they want, because like I’ve said, “Differences, are crucial.” Sometimes, people that are human, don’t fully understand what they want, or the effects it will have on them.

They haven’t thought about that yet. They likely won’t wake up, until the train is leaving the station. Then, they will wonder where the train is bound for? Do they even care, where they land? Seems, they haven’t put much thought into it. Or what it would be like, upon arrival.

Wake Up

Some twenty-two years ago; my life was altered. I forgive them, for what they did. Sitting here now, I think differences, are crucial. In that day twenty-two years ago; I either gained everything from it; or lost everything.

Seems a person can rebuilt their lives, and sometimes most of the pieces, will be able to be glued back into some order. Sometimes, things that break us, is what makes us who we are. Sometimes, you don’t ever want to make the same mistakes again. When a person makes the same mistakes over and over again; obviously, they aren’t learning from it.

Hope to have learned my lesson. By now, you would think, it would have set in, real deep with me. Do you see those pieces of my psyche that are missing? Do you feel the sense of being alone, that I’ve come to know?

You Wouldn’t Believe Me

If you knew what I put into it. So many years ago, there was a gap; in who I wanted to be, and who I was. Seems, like I had all the basic ingredients. There was the whole matter of having to learn how to make use of them. Some things, go together like they should; however things like sour, shouldn’t be mixed with the dairy.

Sweet and bitter, sometimes make a good pairing. If you know, how to do it. Differences are crucial. Knowing ahead of time, if the flavor is going to be sweet, or sour; would change your mind before you drank the dairy. But, really how can anyone know ahead of time? You can make the best plans in the world; and life will laugh, and say: “Not today.”

Life

Seems life is a movie; with only one script. I’ve read it. Wasn’t sure that I like it. If you knew what I want! Or, what we all could have. You would want to spend some time with me. Seems it doesn’t register with them.

Seems my part in this movie; is going to arrive at the part where they kill the bad guy, and everyone gets some kind of life without me. It remains to be seen, who is the good guys in this film. Seems, everyone is a villain in someone’s book. Have to ask: “What books have you been reading?”

See everyone has a favorite book or two. Some people write books. That means nothing, because there is only one script. Everything else, is fodder in the wind. It will blow, and howl. And all those written words that were not meant to be, will be like dust in the wind.

What will come

Doesn’t seem like they want me in the story about happily ever after. They will get to live that story; without me.

And, they will think; they have won. Such is life. They won’t miss me.