I love the idea of new, because there's
Got to be something different coming
In this fragmented world of which I live.
Fresh and alive,
Relenquishing all I can match for the
Taking. I'm going to come up right,
Going to surface proper this time. I've got
To recognize the luminescence as it
Breeds it's wayward longings in me.

I'm a wild animal, but best quietly kept by
A good being that can tolerate my rasp.
And I falter much, but I know my best is
Met by the one that can harmonize my
Silly melody for this world and all its busy
Ways of coping with every change.
Life is such a feeling of procession and
Of time. Don't miss out too long, else
You'll miss the beat and pulse of all that
You've been longing for.

So this new thing, this occurrence that
Might excite the right atoms in me, to
Ignite a semblance of explosions, could
Just be the persuasion I need to grasp
That individualized nature necessary for
Good understanding and grace, for a
Future long needed to breathe easier.

But this is four parts of spliced thought.
I've given a lot, with little gain. So I took
A long look and realized this guy needs
Just a bit of courage, and perhaps some
Direction. Could have been any damn
Thing, but I chose to be a little bit
Of everything. Little bits of goodness.
Thanks for the attention; better go back
While you've still got the spotlight.
No, it's slow and easy I need. I've got
To have that bit best for me. Got to find
That which shows a light that feeds the
Warmth only found in familiarity.