THAT WAY

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.

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