|Wood at Mount Vernon|
Yesterday was not one of those days.
Sure, it started out fine, then things began to go adrift.
Later it seemed as if nothing made sense anymore.
I think I've wrapped myself inside of...
There are days I feel caged.
But when you build your own cage, who do you blame?
There are days I want to just fly away, head downriver and see what is there.
But I know I'll stay on the bank, to try and flourish where I've been planted.
Perhaps I planted myself.
I think I have always drifted with the tide. I don't drive life, it drives me.
I tell myself that my spirit remains free.
But if you look closely, it's an illusion.
Still and all, I try to see the beauty.
It was a bad day, but this too shall pass.