Title Poem

What if you gave to me all that you say?
Would it be good enough
Would it last long enough
What if you didn't stay?

Your words are hard to believe
when so easily you bleed
Though that's not what I see
Its your shadow of grey
a fog consuming my face

And the fact that
I know you only
like sad songs
It's probably something inside of you
that died sometime
or just went terribly wrong

But you bring out the sad in me
You feed on the weak I see
That's the part I can't stand
the part of you I don't want to be

Here or there
you sound the same

Here or there
it's still Life's Game

Footprints in the snow
A simple way
for us to know
of the path
thats been taken

I am a hot air balloon tethered to earth by conscience, gravity, religion, family, but most of all by choice-for I choose not to cut the ties that bind.

However,

Sometimes I am exhausted from the fight within ; the fight for improvement; the pain of getting things right; thinking how I should, acting how I should, looking how I should. It becomes a struggle to act out the daily life I am living for so many others.

Self Evaluation

Do I empower people, sap them, or leave no mark?

Checking the boundaries for weaknesses...Is it the strengths or weaknesses in ourselves that makes us willing to traverse these barriers?

A quote

A man feels fine when he has no shortage of socks