|
Superman.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I help someone, I’m still not a hero of any kind at all.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I play my best, I still never get the winning goal.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I paint, I’m still never a great artist.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I am a friend, I’m still never a best friend.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I write, I still never make myself cry.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I think outside the box, I still find myself inside it.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I play the guitar, I still never get the drop-dead solo.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I come out of a phone booth, I’m still not Superman.
I don’t know why it is but, every time I love my girl, she loves me back.
Is there something wrong with her?
Time.
I recline in the desert and I watch.
I guard the houses of my three Lords and those of all that live here. I am the Guardian of the city and I watch.
I have been here since the beginning of time and I will remain after time has stopped.
The desert is a part of me and I of it; the yellow sand flows around me and sings to me. It crawls over and engulfs me and then moves on. It shields me and caresses my body. The yellow stone below me on which I lie, rises up to be one with me; it gives me form and substance.
But I am much more than stone and sand.
I watch in the desert and My Lords whisper in my ears with the voice of the wind.
Things are not going well these days.
|
|
| Views: 140
Email This to a Friend 
