“So, what’s wrong with this picture?
More like, what’s right?
Because when you have no destination
Two wrong turns make a right
And get you to where you’re going
Because when you’re going nowhere
It’s easy to get there,” she said
I’ve lived it all my life
A perplexing labyrinth always shifting
Always changing and folding
When nothing is ever what it is
The story of the world
Breathing, living, it’s overrated
When you’re just going to die
As the movement of life ceases
And the pleasure of pain invents itself
Into a whole world of making
That doesn’t stop and doesn’t hide
A dynamic continuum extracting
Reacting and real to what it is to feel
Never feign to unknown fabrication
As it is all a lie in itself
Another day lived through
Another page turned by a nervous
Hand skipping pages
And never seeming to get it right
The story of the Life

8-12-04 _ 4:13 am