Sunday, August 19, 2012
Blueprints and Trade Offs
Life doesn’t come with a road map,
Nothing lasts, we only pay rent;
I built my life with limited tools,
To the specs of my own blueprint.
Wounded in bloodied fields of love,
Betrayed by allies I thought dear;
I walked away from the battlefield,
Trading war memories for beer.
Later years found me basking,
In beauty only an artist can paint;
Awaking to Technicolor sunrises
And a throbbing, chronic headache.