Things#2
Things pile up, they become part of the everyday
We adjust to them, we make ever so slight changes
To accommodate to their presence
And before we know it, they acquire permanence in our lives,
They become a need, a requirement ...
The book we never read, a wire, the lost key, a pill box
All these things take an existence, a life of their own
And in the map of our life each gets a GPS point.
So it is with feelings. They germinate, grow
Become indispensable markers,
They become the compass of our heart and mind.
We plot our travels
Following the road signs our feelings have erected.
And then, of course, we hit the intersections
Our connections to other hearts and minds--
Those guide the very essence of our days
The turns and bends of all our nights.
With them we complete our journey.
We adjust to them, we make ever so slight changes
To accommodate to their presence
And before we know it, they acquire permanence in our lives,
They become a need, a requirement ...
The book we never read, a wire, the lost key, a pill box
All these things take an existence, a life of their own
And in the map of our life each gets a GPS point.
So it is with feelings. They germinate, grow
Become indispensable markers,
They become the compass of our heart and mind.
We plot our travels
Following the road signs our feelings have erected.
And then, of course, we hit the intersections
Our connections to other hearts and minds--
Those guide the very essence of our days
The turns and bends of all our nights.
With them we complete our journey.