A Minds Eye Visit From The Cynic In Me~
My smile, a little crooked too, my back hurts, so limp I do but I'm alive. Yet the limp I limp is within my minds eye. It's the unsound ground upon which I stand.
If I sing a little loud or proud I am known as *trouble* and if I whisper I am known as *troubles a brewing*
Sometimes I know I am dammed if I do, yet for certain I am damned if I don't, hurt if I will, hurt if I don't but I carry on an smile my crooked smile all the while. Sometimes that's all I've got.
At times I feel I must *keep em wondering* surely what will I come up with next? So on aching back or crooked smile I try and try to *give* my best. But to whom?
Yet there are times I am unable to do that, days, nights, the things I do are so few. Are my imperfections showing through?
I know not, I wonder little, I know much, yet wonder a lot.
For when all is said and done my friend what I've been giving, well it's about all I've got. Surely things a Dragon Heart would understand, I think you will understand my friend, I think you will understand.
My crooked smile, my achy back, my cynical wording always displayed, all the while I shall be wondering, when all is said and done, and final day is Orr who are those who shall visit my grave?
Even the graves in my *minds eye* but it's OK to wonder isn't it?
Just a cynical visit from a friend to a friend, from one to another who more than likely will *understand* from one Dragon Heart to another.
Signed simply, and imperfectly.
Your Friend,
Mistress Reba~
Copyright © m r 3/08/08
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