How shall I lament what is?
In stone etched by time
Engraved in stone upon a head
Weathered and beaten
Aye. It is done to self
Words escape not wanting to be said
But escape they do as they must
Directly speak and question
Listen to answers which come in circles not answered
Excuses come
Which hold no water like a holed container
Breath held
Seeking truth
Testing of water
Ever so slight
Twice over
Awaiting...
Dictates outcome
Pass/fail
In the all or nothing
Shall we play a game?
Will the tree bear fruit?
I leave it to chance
My heart hurts ~ Maggie ~ January 9, 2009 @ 7:51 p.m. EST
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