DiscoverMe

My dream
…not to discover the meaning of life
…but to discover what it means to me

Call it the chaos in the choices made which lead to clear confusion,
Laden with decisions that dare us to dream.
Call it a keen perception of a kazillion rotating kaleidoscopes of possibilities

My broken heart beats
Emotionally naked
Now that you are gone.

Your drive is for all that goes on in life
In spite of all the antlers through your windshield
As others are the deer in the headlights…
And bucked to a stop by bugs on their windshield.