by My Self : The Muse
We grow into adults – riddled with fear –
unable to let go – of the unhealthy
drive – to control our lives.
And so end up barely living – or
living – but barely surviving.
And if surviving – then surely
But up out of this dark and
devious way of living – a new
life can emerge – more fertile
than before – growing (not despite) –
but – because of the mountains
of shit – the nurturing wasteland
of the previous life.
Some stream of consciousness on 5/4/15