ANGER SUBSIDES,
AND HOPE ARISES
Well, maybe, I don't know anyway.
There's a marksman in the trees,
and he's pointing right at me.
Whatever that long barrel is,
it's got my number? I can't run,
and I can't hide.
-
There was a time, long before
this, when all these choices had
not been made : I was still wild
and open, and fearless, frivolous,
and free. So said I to me.
-
Now, windows once opened for
breezes are made to close, and the
moonlight that drips down sky-lit
walls is cancelled. My mind has
gone on to other things, and I
walk a different road.
-
Ascertain me, watching to align
with stars : Where might I be
going now?
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