moments. there is only so
much
music one can bear. there is
only so much weight
one can carry. the answers
are both more complex
and simpler than we would
like.
there will always be more
steps
once the burden has been
exhausted.
there are choices one makes.
perhaps they lead to
freedom.
sometimes they make pain an
ornament.
the way home is often poorly
marked.
everything we see we see
dimly.
you feel your way along the
wall
and hope for a door.
a window does no one any
good.
the truth is there is always
a way in.
sometimes the way isn’t
easy.
nothing
worth fighting for ever is.
