Here, There And Nowhere

Cowards suffer, heroes enjoy. - Thoreau

unclear

nuclear

under the nightlight of a sliver of moon

walking a tightrope  'tween a nightmare and a dream

i both dance and scream

as i jump into the fire

liar

liar

soul on fire

situation dire

i'm not here for you to admire

oh this adamantine ground that i walk upon

bring it on

halos, harps, wings, spirits and other divine, sacred, mundane things

you have to pump your legs and hold on tightly when riding the swings

his hymns 'pon my chapped lips, as i spit and sweat

it's not over yet

someday someone in the sky will hear and answer my torrid, fervent prayer

you never said that life has to play fair

patience a virtue as true as breathing foul air

no matter, i kneel in homage to the boss

as i drag a heavy cross

until then i'm

here, there and nowhere

Author's Note

"How long shall we sit in our porticoes practicing idle and musty virtues, which any work would make impertinent? As if one were to begin the day with long-suffering, and hire a man to hoe his potatoes; and in the afternoon go forth to practise Christian meekness and charity with goodness a forethought!" - Thoreau