There are those gentle sleepy suicidal dreams <br />from which you can never awaken reborn. <br />Embedded like soft gelled inserts <br />in the soul of a favorite pair of shoes, <br />cushioning every step without so much <br />as a tongue’s worth of mentioning <br />that the many rough roads you have traveled <br />may all lead to a much more desirable end <br />than destinations first perceived. <br />Results are always most certainly different <br />when Life’s many equations are finally solved; <br />none of us are ever given all of the unknowns. <br />Having first to live out every precious moment allowed…. <br /> <br />2008 © T S<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleeping-on-a-blade-of-grass/
