as my life is before me,
i believe i can go anywhere.

you are not here nor scattered
about me.

i drink up tomorrow with
evident hunger.

past years of experience
and teachings of unholy,

i now get lost in the mornings
because nuisance is dulling.

you are not here yet.

the wind swirls around my
emotions-technically bitter.

i imagine the make-believe
to be attainable yet

in the mornings i cry,

you scattered about me.

AN: re-"edited" march 16(, 2006)