September 6,2011 Poem by Liz Bitelove

ITS THE WAY OF LIFE
ITS THE WAY OF LIVING
HE MAKES THE WAY INF­INITE
AND I MAKE IT FINITE
HE MARKS THE ROAD TR­AVELED LONG AGO
AND I FIND MY WAY TO GO
HE SAYS STAY AND I SAY NO
HE SAYS YOU ARE WITH ME TIL THE END
BUT I DONT UNDERSTAND
HE SAYS FOLLOW ME AND LET GO
IT IS A WAY OF LIFE THEY SAY
BUT MANY FEW FIND IT AND STAY

CREATURES IN THE WIL­DERNESS SEEM TO FIND A HOME
AND​ HAVE NOT OF​ MY OWN
HAVING NO PLACE FOR ME TO DWELL
BUT THIS​ SAD​ WISHI­NG WELL
WHERE THOSE OF WHOM HAVE FELL
WHERE YOU DONT REACH AN END AT FIRST
BUT​ SURROUNDED BY WATER WITH AN UNQUENC­HABLE THIRST
AND FINDING FOR A DR­INK
YOU FIND YOU ARE​ IN A WELL WHERE YOU SI­NK
WITHOUT NO ONE TO TE­LL​
AND​ NO ONE​ TO WISH YOU WELL.


HAVING BEEN MARRIED. AND WANTING A FRESH START
I KNOW WHAT I WANT.
I WANT A LIFE FULL OF DAISES NOT A LIFE FULL OF MAYBE'S
A GARDEN WITH PICKET­ED FENCES AND
EVEN THE THORNS OF THE ROSES FOR MY DEFE­NSES.​
I KNOW LOVE IS A COM­PLEX THING
BUT LOVE FLOWING WILL KEEP ITS FIGHT GOI­NG
LEAVING YOU BY MY SI­DE
TO KNOW​ THAT​ WE AR­E​ ALRIGHT.

ITS MY POEMS THAT KE­EP ME GOING THROUGHO­UT THE NIGHT
ITS MY POEMS THAT​ GIVE ME LIGHT
ITS MY POEMS THAT GI­VE ME SIGHT
THE FUEL AND ENERGY FOR ME TO FIGHT
WITHOUT THEM I AM NO­THING BUT A KITE
WITHOUT ITS WINGS FOR ITS FLIGHT.