Grace

Out of gas....completely

On the outskirts of the tiny town called Indian Springs

The nearest Wal-Mart is not even here...but thirty miles away

Oh well, what more can you do or say to change what is already done?

Not one damned thing

So, I sit here and let my head spin somewhere just to imagine anything at all

It all falls suddenly into place in there

I see an arrow soar through the sky as it sings

I see the ancients scatter all about the landscape that is now so simple, yet so beautiful

In a time when the belief was held strong that dancing brought upon the rains

The hospitality has not always been so fruitful upon the opposing plane

Just when I had almost led myself to believe that Nevada was without so much as a shred of hope, I walked into the closest diner where I was surprised by the staff with all of its goodness which made the whole ordeal much easier to cope with

I had already swallowed the fact that I was in the midst of a self-created and induced sort of fate

So, I write down shit about it all here  out of inherent sense of duty

I knew I had better not waste away that rare chance to stay busy while I had no other choice but to sit here like a dumb fuck waiting

If I was not a risk taker at heart, I would still be stuck up in Reno with both thumbs up my own asshole debating about it all

Usually I fly

Sometimes I fall flat on my face

If I were not able to see the best of both worlds, all of my grace would be like my dignity that is gone

So, I am glad that I am utilizing this time so well, before it all gets up and simply moves on....

3/10/2013