Sunday, November 14, 2010

Some of Us

Some of us are the lost ones

The thousand yard starers

Grown appreciators of fine patterns

Both planned and accidental

Detectives of moments

Scientists of love and regret

Some of us don't like being the center of attention

The voices wrestling in the air can take you away

And bring the walls rolling in

Some of us are a mystery to ourselves

On an endless nighttime road trip

Of black-ice epiphanies and pothole hindsights

Sometimes we need help

Or a pass for some misdeed

(because we didn't mean it)

We don't agree with half the things we say out loud

We don't like people for something that we also do

And yet we still do it

Something continues to wind us up

Just as it always has

Actions and words that follow some preexisting pencil line

Like termites leaving a chewed trail behind

Leading other mistakes

And following this line that disappears, dipping, in the vast stretch to the horizon

Some of us are lost without a guide

A consoler

An encourager

A beacon

A love

Another one of us

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