Sailing in a tub of bubbles
I am grounded in my troubles.
They keep me from floating away completely,
but they don't make me sink too deeply.
There's so much yet I haven't done
that my imagination feels overrun.
I still sometimes feel undone.
And yet, my magick's as strong as the sun.
I know too well that this world's not just pretty.
I've seen some of the salacity
and most of the gritty.
I still have some tenacity,
even when things get shitty.
Who am I? What will I be? Where shall I go?
Is the right breeze above or is it below?
What wind do I follow? High or low?
Which water? The deep or the shallow?
Will I unlock the wrong dream
with the right key?
Or, will the right dream pass by me,
slip away for eternity,
because of too long an inquiry?
Will the cup I drink from poison me?
Or will it lift me, heavenly?
Will the heart I choose to love, refuse?
Will the life I live be of good use?
What if the what ifs took too long
and I never choose anything for fear of being wrong?
It's better to decide something
than to idle away into nothing.
Isn't an honest failure worth more than a fake success?
Isn't a maybe worse than a yes?
And a no could be the most powerful yet.
Flying forever,
in only good weather,
leaves me with an empty envelope--
the air's hissing
out of my blissing
over all I might be missing.
A broken kaleidoscope!
Sitting around talking
about what you're going to do
is about as productive
as a close-eyed view.
I should open my eyes to what there's to see
even if too many options confound, dumbfound, surround me.
Pop the balloon!
Choose a cup!
Sip from it,
Let your lips flit upon it;
You don't need a backup.
Take a chance
on the kiss.
Do not dismiss
the glance
perchance
to dance.
It could lead to bliss.
What if I coulda, shoulda, woulda,
didn't?
And instead
I could, should, would,
and did?
Will the cup I drink from poison me?
Or will it lift me, heavenly?
Will the heart I choose to love, refuse?
Will the life I live be of good use?
