by M. Ward
A mighty voice
From out the clouds
To me announced
Today’s undertaking
He said go build a song
40 heartbeats long
And sacrifice it
For your love
So this one comes from
High above
There have been other songs
From out these strings
But they came out wrong
Don’t be mistaken
But this one comes from
High above
Yeah this one is dedicated to you
Thanksgiving was good, the next day was informative and cruel. North Carolina was beautiful as always, cold as I remember it. Pictures of the kid frolicking, falling, the leaves in colors unknown to Florida and pets treated as part of the family. When others hand you their agendas as proposals and as impolite as it may be, you must move on and build somewhere else quick before it gets cold enough down here. If I don’t know who I am, I know what I can do and these are the days to show yourself to have made it by working it. My life is about chances, possibility and all that shit that makes it worth the effort of breathing; I refuse to believe that living it makes me irresponsible, one does not connect to the other without proper recklessness. The kids grow and I will continue to make mistakes, all I want is the best as we “pray” for perseverance. Last night I almost gave up, then I woke up, my last morning in NC and my drive returned. Some of us are tested and when it comes down to finding happiness, I simply refuse to settle.
“Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.” -Kahlil Gibran
