Shoxwave - Part II

As I pulled over
I opened my door to a misty night
Walking in to find my place - it is but a game.
So there I stood,
It's midnight, and I'm at Albertsons
Taking a leak, in a half lit room.
I peer into the creme walls that stare back into me.
And I start to realize - and visualize my worth.
I may never be on the same track as you -
But this is the only track in my life, and I'm the conductor
It is only a matter of time, until people will get it
This judgmental disease that lies on the water we wash in.
I am no longer a part of your world
But someday our two worlds might collide.
And we would deal with it then
I have no love stricken eyes in my solar system.
Only my decision to write my future in the unspoken tongue
Surely enough do I realize this, do I enter my future.
Glancing over the bridge, the city glows to me.
And the windshield wipers spoil me from this fine mist falling above.
So what is left for me to say?
Have I found my place?
Do you hold my future in your delicate hands?
Who knows.
All I know - is what I'm told.
And if for some reason you do
Then we shall never say goodbye
And we can walk home together, as the mist brings assurance to our lives.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002