(by jann castor, Monday, June 11, 2001
There are many
ways of dying.
in perception, as everything, it's just a state of mind.
frolic could be your today's nightmare.
Love is most
precious, but one could turn it into a joke.
Wake up at
dawn and look through your window
But you wander
in your past instead of living at this moment.
I wish I was
that bird, but instead -
my head, I wonder -
.copyright Jann C. Castor © 2001WGA