I was a WONDERER, a wanderer, a finder of hurt-filled "noways," tragic bi-ways, never again somedays.
Drifting through scenes searching as a castaway
Turning every rock
In search of my runaway
another day.
Then one day, another way, a misty light-filled runway
Fog lift distraction, through reflection, a resurrection intervention
Did I mention?
It caught my attention.
Not a church choir singing
Not any music thing playing
It was a "maybe" injection
A maybe changed direction.
Through history and rhythm, my cadence of rejection
Had left me with a profession
That this life would be nothin
Then maybe changed angles.
It changed the lighting and wrote the scene.
Maybe turned to someday, oneway
this scene became my dream.
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