Dark Way Home

I walk home on dim paths yet I walk anyway..

Headlights blind me but I have to push through...

I pass by scary strangers, I had a scary experience once..

I walk under shadows of big trees,

not knowing what awaits me...

Yet I walk anyway...

I decide to be kind to someone and buy something...

Yet I have to cross the street with huge trucks.. 

Sometimes mechanical things make messages clear...

Kindness too has its perfect timing..

I arrive home and I have to fix my clothes,

but I know I have to write first..

Some things are more important than

keeping things in order...

Orderliness can wait..

My head has a slight ache, but I write anyway..

Some things are more important than comfort..

Sometimes, order does not matter

Sometimes, disorder is the only way to go..

- JCR (April 4, 2011)