Sleep all day...
I spent so many hours in my car. So many miles. So many thoughts in between. So many words. I drove.
I have been held accountable for my choices. Sitting in a room I know so well, I searched for the words now. More thoughts came. The same old. But some new ones as well. Choices I have made and will. I knew that all along it was my choice. And what is choice? What do we choose?
I stumbled through explanation. Mumbled words came. Sad words. No longer proud ones. Humility comes quickly to those who have been humiliated. Yes, I stared avoiding eyes and rationalized, justified the choices I have made. But there is no rationalization. It was choice.
I wondered how I got to be where I am. I never have to think of this long for I know better than most, who I have become. I know better than most who I have always been. I have many more miles. I wonder at the thought of them. Where am I going? Again the answers always come quickly.
Music always. Songs that do make me think of the past and emotions carried with them. If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care; I would.
Please don't confront me with my failures; I have not forgotten them.
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I have been held accountable for my choices. Sitting in a room I know so well, I searched for the words now. More thoughts came. The same old. But some new ones as well. Choices I have made and will. I knew that all along it was my choice. And what is choice? What do we choose?
I stumbled through explanation. Mumbled words came. Sad words. No longer proud ones. Humility comes quickly to those who have been humiliated. Yes, I stared avoiding eyes and rationalized, justified the choices I have made. But there is no rationalization. It was choice.
I wondered how I got to be where I am. I never have to think of this long for I know better than most, who I have become. I know better than most who I have always been. I have many more miles. I wonder at the thought of them. Where am I going? Again the answers always come quickly.
Music always. Songs that do make me think of the past and emotions carried with them. If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care; I would.
Please don't confront me with my failures; I have not forgotten them.
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