Eighty-Four
I am still on the search for the poetry of my words and the dignity of my actions.
I still haven't rolled in the pits of stress and frustration, of love and infatuation.
I am still unaware of the world and its taxes; its laws and their sanctions.
I still am bewildered when faced with street signs atop of another, of where the arrow points and when the roads will meet.
So for now I will be a bird with wings that still can't fly, but I promise you this, if chance and the precipice meet - I will take the leap and I will soar with pride.
