hello
stagnant
road less travelled
somehow known all along
singing in the mornings glory
pointless
dead end
unfortunate
circumstances led us
light at the end of a tunnel
hoping
false start
wrong set of clues
hoping to find something
sensing a foot in the gutter
slipping
rippling
looking skyward
anything other than
awkwardly standing inside now
dearly
longing to see
waiting for clarity
looking for that which is other
somewhere
