Two Ships

“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."

Aura

Locked up for days, time slipping away,
on my knees I would pray to break free from this cage.
But bargaining for keys, you forget hidden fees.
And wishing for what you're missing ain't the same as living the dream.
And now I'm fighting to stay on this side of the cage even though i know part of me wishes I'd stayed.
Ain't no prophet or rebel or savior or devil could have predicted, fought, cheated or leveled.
A life with potential that's squandered. A comfortable cell is the question I ponder.


Am I a free man or prisoner wanderer? - excerpt from Roswell, New Mexico