I'm sitting here in my own time warp
I feel as if I've been carried off by a stork.
Ever changing dreams and moods
from me they seem to elude.
Once again I probably read to deep
so inside my heart seeps.
To be normal would be nice
in stride I take it in sugar and spice.
Sometimes the spice burns an old wound
words spoken too soon.
I expected too much
from one whose words seem to touch…
The heart…Tracing over scars from yesterday
leading me into tomorrow’s rays.
I felt a warmth just enough to lighten my soul
actually leaving one to wonder and hold…
Until the day breaks again
in the shadows away I push another friend.