it's been a strange life so far,
heavy on my heart. but i never
felt entitled--there are more people
suffering in this world than there are
those who are not. i want these men
to undo what they did
to this world--good at claiming
territory--but proclaiming love?
not so much.

when i was little i expected
to walk only once through the fields
of immaturity and to grow up free
of the hopeless hope that my
mother and father would never die
and that god would deliver each lost
child home ...let's face it--movies
were produced and directed by visionaries

who got it all wrong. i never expected
anything to turn out this way,
at night my dreams keep searching for affirmation.
mom and dad are dead, preceded by my son.
in the end there is nothing left but history.
back then, there were unlimited tomorrows
in which to do it over again and again
until we got it right