“She always felt lost
And it was beautiful
Not knowing how
She’d find herself.
For everything she knew
Was a speck of something greater.
And it was just a matter of time
Till all of her made sense”
I’m made of a jumble of bright silk ribbons
And somewhere along the way
A ribbon was snagged
Perhaps it was caught by Jupiter
In the vortex of his violent eye
And so, as I move about life
I slowly unwind
I feel the pieces of me
As they fall, scatter and evade
I hesitate to give chase
I won’t be led backwards
I suppose I’ll have to create new silk threads
In which to house my weary soul
But first, tell me
Was that drink made for me?
Do you remember how I love Gatsby?
(Quote: R.M. Drake)