Contemplating Sarah (to the other side of the world)
written for a friend

I look around and find that I am lost, yet I have been here before.
Somehow this place looks different and my comfort is gone.

- no more -

I ponder what to do - sit in my head - but nothing really seems to make sense.
Coming is going and I seem to be right back where I started.

- circle the straight line -

Time is not infinite and the sky is crying to be found.
I'm here, but everywhere at the same moment - suddenly I am not feeling so sad.

for I can be and do
whatever it is
I set my mind to!

All writing & thoughts copyright © 2003 Stephen Starr