sipping the mist off the outskirts again, must
be careful not to
become a planet no one has ever seen before, or
worse yet, has never
been wished upon ( all
light is relative ).

but,
i'm not the supermodel, the mogul, the genius that
i had hoped to be
by 34, at least not by
modern and scalable standards, but at least at 34, at
a relative half-way point of this life, toes
in the water and no mermaid rising
from the waves, i gotta laugh, yea
it's all allright, yea it's all
just fine.

and so with no wife, no kids, no vast
empire worth a mention, i'm rather ok
with it all, and facing little to show for this
far along, the view seems to broaden,
and the women, the family, the wealth seems to
release its bullseye on the horizon, instead
i see great skies, endless wind, and
an acceptance that is growling full
with deeper promise.

so,
the next step from here is just me, not
what you think about me, not what
i'd like you to think about me, just me, oh
yea and my cat also, this is about her too, can't
levae her out of
the true
big picture.