I am afflicted with those memories,
sometimes, I'm glad that I have them,
sometimes, I feel cursed that they are me,
sometimes , I'm not sure how I feel,
... all I know is that I do.
The easy things are often times the hardest,
Sometimes it does not feel right,
but, many times there's nothing else,
too many times, there is only what is there.
I am addicted to the freedom.
to wander on the roads,
to discover where they lead,
even though I know,
that I've been there before,
... It is different now.
That was a different time and place,
those moments make a difference,
timing is almost everything,
for a man like me.
A given place is almost static,
and most people are erratic,
but, what happens in a place - - -
at any given time, to any group,
of people, can be so damn dynamic:
- - - then everything is changed!