summation of all thoughts...

sometimes i think

a penknife in the eye

would hurt less than

a needle in the heart

sometimes i think

that love must be more than

black, white, wrong, right,

all other shades besides

sometimes i think

he who said 'tis better

to love and lost

he had thought not at all

sometimes i think

i am angry and lost

i, the rebel

against that one lost cause

sometimes i think

i want to walk all paths

take all know all

i would right all my wrongs

sometimes i think

if people could be rain

i am a storm

and you are my drizzle

~∑~

adieu