Saturday, March 10, 2012

# 54: Over the Hill

in the race to become someone i never wished to be
other than loved...
i have grown weary and like a horse going lame
i am pulling up short 
of a finish line that never did exist,
i quit-retire me to greener pastures
who in their right mind would ever choose dirt tracks 
and crowded turns to green pastures in the first place?
everything i ever wished to achieve
i can have as easily as leaning against this stump
watching the sky brighten with the start
of one more day simply content to be who i am 
and 
who i am not..