You wouldn't know me from a face in the crowd...
unrecognizable even to myself these days
Sunsets close the days as they come
and come frequently they so do
more and more
or so it seems
I'm accused of wandering in thought
when I should be clear and present
the only vacation that I take
in the times
that I live in
I'm summed up in the bottom of this glass;
smooth
burning as I glide down
ice left melting
diluting the remains
daring you to drink
just one more time
Cut my anchor
awhile back
much to everyones disdain
life is what we make it
I made mine from a crumpled pirates map
Felt the need to seek
unclaimed treasures
yet to be found
by the likes of someone such as myself
Islands provide sanctuaire
to my relief
no regrets
change is wild; free
storms are better witnessed from afar
Front door is painted red
much like Irish of old
to better find my way home
Stumbling through this side of unknown...
fearless
curiousity my sail
wonder to see you standing there waiting
for me
Always knew that you had a vested interest
you merely smiled handing me the keys to the door
opening a new chapter
to re write
edit
and make our own
Hard to ever know what precisely to do
Other than this tired old map
to guide
compass the way through
Coming home can be as difficult as leaving
for scrappers
who fight for daily wheels beneath their feet
the road beckoning
burning rubber, miles when I can
It's all a whirl
blurring vision of sights that I should take the moment to see
no time though
busy at finding what I can, where I can...
I feel for the boundries
if only to jump the fences, break the cages
heard the call
some time ago
warned that I couldn't
took it as a dare
Soared
no other way to fly
high
to the limits
of why nots
laughing at the faces
turned in awe
"I could do that...thought to awhile back. Just didn't have the time to spare"
It takes friends, a small crowd growing into a gathering
to propell dreams
into the morrow
Closed down for the nay sayers
heading out
stopping in luckenbach, stretching my wings
with the other Saints
where they dare to be unique
no excuses
Building one stone at a time
a home that will sustain
insulated
durable with times erosion
Heading home
welcome mat
announcing that my feet are welcome
not judged by the runnning the race
"He who wins the fight is he who wants it more"
She wanted it more, simply didn't want the fight.
So, I'm hanging up the boxing gloves and doing what's worthy.
Time wasted is forever lost...
I wanted to thank John Brodrick, you really helped me out this week. Donald, Doug and Sam couldn't have managed without you all. Bert, I didn't forget how you stepped up- thx.
Feel good about what you're doing. Try and remember that as you judge others, so to are you judged yourself, and you just may find yourself in similiar circumstances.
Learn compassion, and don't take a fight on that is driven by emotion only.
Have a great week!
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
(Malak)
