Thursday, July 16, 2009
I'm stuck trying to live in a time that doesn't exist anymore.
I had my chance then, but I wasn’t awake. I meandered through life with my eyes closed.
Now, after prying my eyes open for the past few years, I see that I've missed it. The party's over. Everyone's pulled up their pants, flushed their stash, and destroyed all the evidence. All that's left are grand stories of how good it was.
Today while ridin a late model bike - kept running with scrap parts from bikes that have seen their day, I realize-
That I’m too old to do it over and too young to give up trying.
Do I accept the loss of time and it's pearl; or do I start choking on a new grain of sand to create a new one?