I have become <br />someone who worries about nothing <br /> <br />I try my damnedest to cover the overhead <br />and bills <br />the daily annoyances <br />that pelt me like stones tossed by children from a streamside <br /> <br />my little advisor assures me I've tried <br />that my success or failure should not disturb my being <br /> <br />I just don't get bothered anymore <br /> <br />I can't pinpoint exactly when it was <br />that he arrived <br /> <br />he most certainly wasn't there <br />when my nightmares woke me frightened <br />and choking on air thinned by spirits <br />or when the funerals left me <br />distraught <br />and in fear of non-existence <br /> <br />my advisor has a knack for finding new direction <br />when the one I've chosen has failed <br /> <br />the future means nothing anymore <br />I simply deal with it when it becomes now <br /> <br />I am absorbed in today's me <br />and the contentment transcends <br />everything I've known <br />everything I thought I had <br /> <br />I call him little because he feels little <br />not the dominating type, this advisor of mine <br /> <br />never really tried to get a good look at him <br />no need to <br />I know when he's here <br />more than I know anything else <br /> <br />I've been assaulted with accusations of lacking a sense for urgency <br />but my little advisor and I step back <br />we observe, and then we make our move<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-together-7/
