Why does it seem that this world
is always opposite my dreams?
I don't want to, I'm not willing to,
to become less of me
to become more of
what passes for the successful man.
And yet love's even more
impossible to avoid.
I'm always redrawn to the razor's edge
for decision and find no alternative.
There's nothing I want so much
as my freedom to enjoy life as I wish
but there is nothing to replace love
and the hole it leaves, ...nothing.
Paradox.
Why do I come here again
to the ragged edge between joy and sorrow
where it all gets so real
at such an apparent cost.
Heaven's gain is heaven's loss.
gallagher
25 Oct 76
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —