Familiar feelings
about something and not someone…
The thrill of diving deeper…
The fear of not finding the bottom.
The fact that there is no bottom…
The sudden change of pace.
An extra ingredient in the game of life.
I’m getting distracted on purpose.
It comes in waves.
I may be a strong swimmer,
but what am I missing on the periphery?
Probably nothing.
Keep treading water.
It’s not a bad thing.
It’s not everything.
It’s a lot of tiptoeing around…
The art of being indirect…
The fact that I’m intimidated.
The confidence I have in my head
that I seemingly leave at home.
Finding myself tongue-tied, dumbfounded
and standing around.
Is it a missed opportunity?
Is it a saving grace?
Shouldn’t the beer be helping?
Finally, some laughter
and I can stop staring at the ceiling.
Our greatest adventures
wait within the unknown.
But it’s time to go home.
It’s better to say too much
then never say what you need to say again…
I need to figure that last part out…
Tribe Of Flannel 