Monday, August 10, 2009

To Do.

In life,
you only have
control over so much;
asking only now
to get from Point A
to Point B.

Nature, ongoing,
falls back upon itself;
never seeming
to love a vacuum.


There will always

be another


bus.


Doesn't it feel good,

letting the raindrops


fall upon


your tongue?


`X~William ~copyright ~ 08/10/09.



2 comments:

IzzyGumbo said...

asking always, do point a and/or b even exist. In a vacuum and if so/not, what about that vaccum??? I adore your writing, even if I mostly read quietly. Hugs and always, thanks for your talented words. :)

William H. Balzac said...

Perfectly Twisted~~Thanks. I'm always glad to see someone enjoy..no need to comment. Take care.