BITTER SUITE (Lament For A Disillusioned Optimist)

When I was younger
I thought I could fly
just by how I would feel,
but time passed by
and the world bled me dry
and some dreams never become real.

Once bitten, twice burned
distanced by the lessons I've learned.

I forgot how the day sings
caught up in the changes time brings,
somewhere I lost my golden wings
trading them instead
for slow, heavy feet of lead
and a shattered heart of stone.

Over self constructed walls, teardrops fall,
on gray days I ponder these thoughts alone.

I hate it, I love it,
as I try to rise above it.

December 28, 1991