Monday, May 14, 2007


The heart would break were it not for the rushing pulse
The soul would vaporize were it not for the forceful breath
Joy is limitless and sorrow comes
From knowing that only a taste will ever be afforded
Agony and defeat walk hand in hand with peace and triumph
Fulfillment and denial wait together at the end of every rainbow
Vindication sleeps beneath the shroud of doubt
Every fork in the road gives birth to a dream as
Its sister is put to death.