A New Start
Sitting again in a place I used to go,
I would write my tales here.
I would smoke many cigarettes,
Drinking coffee in the wee hours.
Now my time in this state is short.
And I will be going else where to write.
I ponder what is in store for me.
I obsess on these thoughts now.
Thinking of the women I love.
One with paternal instinct.
One with a passionate fire.
That passion I had to hide,
But alas no longer.
Do I really want to leave?
Yes.
Not because I want to leave them,
But because I need to prove myself.
I need to prove that of which I am made.
I want to start my own life.
One where I head the household,
Where I make the decisions,
Where I can be me!
By JToddUnderhill
© 2008 JToddUnderhill
(All rights reserved)
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