Tossing and Tortured 'Till Dawn

I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

An unquiet mind will never be satisfied.

A lust to wander refuses denial.

To sleep only dreams, and in dreaming never rest.

The quiet inevitability of the coming dawn,

Becomes the impatient force of an onrushing train.

I am the drop at the top of the waterfall,

I cannot help be pulled over the edge.

Am I a mere victim of gravity?

Am I consigned to my fate?

For I know, in the end, I will land in the pool.

What, then, is the point?

If you've ever felt your heart drawn into your throat,

Then you know the secret: Falling is life.


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