A turn to the right

And a glaring light

Provides a new show

Along a bumpy road



Signs passed warned

Of upcoming storms

On edge of horizon

Shouldn't have been 

               so obliging



Now we have arrived

At a new junction inside

Hearts lanced with arrows

In a valley much too narrow



And ahead is a tall cliff

Which looms large - if

We do not take notice

Of words past spoken



And accept we cannot 

Change things on the spot

This way only makes one hot

For it is filled with "you've got"



Time can be our friend

If only we use it to lend

Those we care for a hand

Instead of taking grand stand



Idealizing things we do pretend

Will come true just because we send

Lists of needs, musts, wants, and desires

To stir embers, or perhaps - to put out fires



- tristram



11:25am Saturday, November 8th, 1997