In a daydream, weak and weary.
Through a Lifetime of Cajole and Leery.
Past a bridge unstable and unkempt,
Over a River of tears I’ve wept.
A soul that’s bruised, a heart that’s torn,
And still I watch them battle on.
I do not know for what they fight,
For either must know, neither is right.

July 11, 2010