As I circumcise the thorns that try to destroy me from within,
I am left surrounded with a new tribulation to begin,
It feels like a soft breeze as I exhale,
As I pick up the pieces,
over again,
I drink the juices that are poured each day,
Feast upon midnight thoughts as I pray,
Never to forget how far I have came,
Countless hours march on,
Yet my goal still the same,
I watch curiously as people move to and fro,
Dropping a dime when it's my turn to sow,
Yet the smiles still linger,
Like dancing stars,
On a Broadway show,
Time to massage the neocortex,
Inhale what comes next,
Take it all in with stride,
Stay On top,
And enjoy the ride....
SG

June 4,2008 Wed.