Uncertainty prods me forward.
sometimes I think I want to
be complacent, to rid myself of
this niggly urge that keeps me
longing. How is it that nothing of the
material world ever truly satisfies?
There are moments of sweet serenity,
teasers that show me what is often
lacking. Moments of joy are sprinkled
through my days, times building sweet
memories abound. Yet, there is this
drip, drip, drip in the background
telling me to remember who I am, to be
that which always was and always will be.
something to think about
before I comment
but this one really calls to me