I'm left to wonder why I bother.
Why not just take a long walk,
off that short pier you have placed before me?
Why not just keep walking?
If I head west,
eventually I will find the ever illusive sunset of my days.
I may only enjoy them in my solitude,
but my confusion would be at an end.
I would know a semblance of my own truth.
Something I seem to have left behind ... once again.
The word gullible keeps coming to mind.
Not for any real reason, that I can see.
Other than the simple fact ... that I am simple-minded.
Complex.
Trusting.
A deep thinker ... in a child-like way.
Innocent, yet jaded.
So as I don my footwear and head off in search of a clearer vision,
always know that you could have been at my side.
But you were too busy ...
Building this pier.
GlassPoet ~2001~
