There was no exhilaration like the pop of champagne
Only a slow decline towards I.
Sure, I'd obtained the next step in my chess game of life. But,
my opponent:
my own mind.
No matter what direction I moved the thoughts
it grinned, for there is always more
desire for correctness corrupts the mind
and I
whilst we battled for the right
to save?
to conquer?
to gain peace?
to pierce and gain?
to the powerful decision of what should be left
on the black and white checkerboard after the diploma is signed.
3 comments:
I Like your picture
The blog picture
It looks true
A beautiful true
Like a gypsy
Pure Gypsy
Mostly you
All of you
the 1st of the 2nd of the 3rd of the etc. challenges that distract u from changing the world. Our proverbial torch that hopefully gets passed to flare rather than dwindle.
dear chiiichic, how are you doing??
Miss you a lot, miss the fancy restaurants in chiiiiiicago, miss the chocolate sublime volcano rupturing cake---- I need some right now!!
love fish
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