We are fitted into time.
Rooted to the frame. The
anchor of decision secures us
to levels of choices.
Voices filling rooms stir ideas
that are uncharted and
unimagined until
turned over, exposing a plan.
Lights with dusty gray eyes
hold the path darkly lit.
Adventure seizes the moment
with unsolicited beckoning.
Bravery held in the top pocket
is seldom released. Unlike
nightmares fighting against
your future.
Roger Singer 