I I know not to ever say never Only whatever nor alone forever Necessarily nevertheless I never mind being alone I confess I like it I guess having been with some My regret of whom I have not yet overcome II I do my best with what I have and So have enough for me I wonder though I understand Having nearly not been to be Recalling what was not I forgot Till long along the way How what I have now still is what I will do my best with today I have what I need and not what by Greed some ask but I do not my Life took a shaking to make me tough Enough to be enough III At first it was only Marisol But at second lonely after all Bowser joins us and now we are three Of us up here on the bed where we In a humanistic canine pack Rest in our empathy back to back To back as I see how I agree Now as long as they leave room for me IV The clock ticks locked in an antique chest The Gothic arches rise and fall Reaching east and west each tries its best Toward respiration or the rest Of the tasks it asks to make it go Respiring until the fire is gone The engine still aspiring on and on The hold is empty but always was Because of what the captain does Or in the case of this one does not Never fatter no matter what But graceful and all is well below And still me as I was and will be As the ghost in this machine is me V Yucca Valley is a beach Though there is no sea But the sparkly sand I reach My hand in could be as beach would be Once the floor of the sea or Whatever before A beach in Yucca Valley Is to be the strand of sand for me Steven Curtis Lance