A hammer, unused, its steel head unblemished.
A handle, unheld, the polished wood untouched.
A wall, unbroken, the waiting barrier unaddressed.
A man, uncertain, his desires unrealized.
An act, untaken.
A life, unspent.
A view, unblemished, untouched, unbroken - meaningless.
- 10-12-10
I fall in love with possibilities.
In every movement I see a hundred ways
The future can be.
I am always in awe from what I see.
I am always terrified of what I see.
The past mocks me.
In every movement I see one path made.
I shudder at the death of a hundred
Possibilities.
- 09-23-10
A handle, unheld, the polished wood untouched.
A wall, unbroken, the waiting barrier unaddressed.
A man, uncertain, his desires unrealized.
An act, untaken.
A life, unspent.
A view, unblemished, untouched, unbroken - meaningless.
- 10-12-10
I fall in love with possibilities.
In every movement I see a hundred ways
The future can be.
I am always in awe from what I see.
I am always terrified of what I see.
The past mocks me.
In every movement I see one path made.
I shudder at the death of a hundred
Possibilities.
- 09-23-10
