but was cold that Day the sun hid behind the clouds.
I wanted to put as much distance as I could between me and the stage,
but it was so hard to keep myself from dreaming out loud.
See, I always conducted my own symphony,
sequenced my own drum brakes and played my own baseline.
I made sure to only sample my epiphanies,
so while walking to my own beat I was sure to be just fine.
Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow,
I found myself and I was pleased with the discovery.
I worked to refine my path compiled the sets of foots steps I’d follow,
to place myself in a position for you to discovery me.
There was too much time on my hands till I found my watch was broken,
and my wife needed me to be right more than twice a day
It was the decision to knock on a closed door or bust it open,
whether to lean on the crutch of my own understanding or pray
(an excerpt from the My Poetry book Tomorrows Memories)