Elegy’s First Steps

(The Fragile ‘x’)

Bought a dream I sold myself as a child

Said, the world was made of roses and
Velvet empathy, textured to the hearts
Of mankind, pushing the good-will(ing)
To pay it forward without a selfish drive
To seek a life of quality, substance, stride

Meet me under the bridge

Meet me under the bridge
Meet me under the bridge

Divine will, will always have its say, so

Be the change you long to see along the
Way home, from my first step to my last
From my first love to the death of my dad
The happy made the sad, made angry-glad
The meek contract fragile ‘x’ syndromes
As my innocence escapes through an exit door ~

“And I know the devil’s in my day dreams because nothing’s as it once seemed.”

David Powers
December 5, 2009