Why
From a cold and still and dark and silent place I seek
As though from a premature grave as it were to speak
Those things which are in the end unspeakable yet I
Whether through folly or stubbornness seem doomed to try
Bearing a burden of a peculiar urgency
To share with you the dreams and visions inside of me
I have made some mistakes along the way you might say
Wrote a thousand sonnets for a girl who did not care
Gave my all and uttermost to someone never there
Beautiful dreams burned to ashes by the light of day
Looking back now I see it was all an illusion
Alone among these ruins now with my confusion
I wonder if anything really means anything
In and out my lungs keep breathing my heart keeps beating
Apparently I have not yet run my course of days
And the sentence continues more of this mortal span
They tell me my consciousness might continue always
In that case please remember me as an honest man
Who sincerely did his best and please forget the rest
So ultimately what do I want and hope to be?
To be a good poet so you will be proud of me
+Steven Curtis Lance
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peace and love, Carole
those are my words
wonderfully written and your photo.. looking into your eyes and reading this.. feeling this... it was as it should be.. you are as you want to be.. you are a good poet.. a grand poet
Love Tinka
Stay strong.
Regis