Daily Bread

As I slide the towels and bedspreads I don’t need back onto the marginal shelf, I ask myself if this is worth it. Of course it is. There are steps to take to open the doors I want opened. Those steps aren’t going to be easy. Lady Gaga said this is hard work. What we do is hard work. She’s right. It is. But it’s harder to fail knowing you could have succeeded than to fail because there was nothing left for you to do.

Some things are better left unsaid. We ask you now, lord, for our daily bread. But with the things left unsaid are the answers to questions that have long been left unanswered. It’s time they were answered. The odds beat themselves at their own game but sometimes that’s exactly the answer.

I could have been a ballet dancer but that would have ruined my feet. I could have been a teacher but that would have crushed my self esteem. I could have been a librarian but would have bored me eventually. I could have been a nurse but it doesn’t right with a purse. I’m a writer though and when I put musical meaning to any verse, it subdues the effort made on the wrong side of the coin where things could go wrong and we wouldn’t know which side to join.

I’m going back to school just to begin my basics and try to major in something in association of the arts. It mixes all blends and reaches all hearts when it transcends the beginning of time before it starts.