i know
you claimed independence
and all these years
have been spent reclaiming dependence
and I see you
standing on the outside
somehow not fitting in
seeking acceptance
and a place to begin
it makes me sad
then again I never got the green light
and I have chased that checkered flag
i know
you cannot change the grain
and every ring tells a story
you are not to blame
you are a unique form of glory
but sometimes
what you say really hurts
it has a sting in the tail
it feels like a winter rodeo
held on the things in which I fail.
Sunday 9th December 2007
