My story keeps changin’

some days I have a plan
some days the plan works
some days it evaporates like morning mist.

Some days I want to be famous
some days I want to hide
some days I feel like I’ve been run over by a big truck.

I’ve been a world conqueror
I’ve been left in the bottom of a muddy ditch
Sometimes I’m nothing and people walk right through me.

Anger flames
Tears douse the fire
Winds take it all away.

The story goes on.
The story tells of a varied life.
The story is a whirlwind.

So much life lived
So much left to do
So much time to waste.

Wasted time
Used time
Is there a difference?

I want to be famous
I want to rest for a day
I want more and I want less

I am the prisoner
I am the jailbreaker
I am free of mind even in the cell of mind.

And the day passes
And the day is beautiful
And I sit and write these words.

~ Dana Sanford ~
~ 2019 ~

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