wallowing
What valuable piece of information have I gained from life's journey today?
Well, I've certainly realized, again, the value of not discussing anyone you date on your blog.
You'd be recanting constantly.
What is that song we used to sing at football games?
"Another one bites the dust..."
There is also that one that is totally inappropriate and INAPLLICABLE but amusing,
"We will, we will, rock you..."
Here I am cross legged at the edge of the water again,
But this time my face is buried in my hands.
"I'm so *#&*%*! smart, what the "#*! am I supposed to do?"
Shall I dance with the devil
And wonder
What if there is no ‘supposed to'?
What if there is no purpose?
What if we are simply to be?
Then none of this would matter.
