Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Wasted Sleep

I'm not as lost as all the undertones,
speaking lullabies to me.
I sing colors of bright and varying hues
that swim in a variegated ocean.
The tea I drink isn't doing anything for my health.
There are no good decisions,
but there are very bad ones.
They rise and swell on the surface of well,
and I surf in its waveless tides.
I'm grateful for the decisions I've made
as they make it easier to understand.
Let's swim on from here because
I want to know what's beyond the deep end.

Cara Hawkins 2-4-10

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