Vindication

My mind is freed from all superstitions, yet, I form romantic notions a little singular, in thoughts of love and friendship, I would have first place or none; but, emotional possessiveness this too, I must let go as love collapses under the weight of a reality that an enduring friendship could not possibly withstand held tight like a fistful of sand that fall through the split seams of my fingers and leave a trail along a pebble-lined path. Original stories from real life we could tell lay tucked in our minds they sometimes travel through nightmares startling even our own illusions that upon wakening would yield to a legacy of a past that would become our future of righting wrongs but no matter how long we desire the endless search for a new beginning or the perfect word or line to express our song we continue to wear understanding like the fashionably educated, forge ahead in our stories even though seeds are rooted if only in our heart waiting to unfold -karma