To stumble with dazzled acquiescence <br />Into the full light of the world <br />Is pain indeed! <br />The mind recoils, <br />Spins colored webs of comfort, <br />Insubstantial as promises, <br />Or from the refuge of indignation <br />Seeks angrily for a cause. <br /> <br />That I should, or cannot, <br />Means only I am as I was. <br />Who can foresee? <br />But it is nice to think <br />That the dinosaurs took to the air. <br />Nothing is wasted.<br /><br />Stewart McKenzie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-diary-04-time-s-up/
