Maybe, I owe myself a favor.
I need a rest.
We've been running around our circle.
A cyclical track, a returning lap.
You were following me following you.
But I never knew, there soon will come a bend
To take you to the farther end.
Traversing a different loop
of this seemingly mutating hoop.
Running has never been this exhausting.
And I was never an athlete.
So, here's a white flag to say go on,
but I am done.
I'm just too consumed to continue the run.
I know, I owe myself a favor.
I need a rest -
Wednesday, August 9, 2006