For those, like myself, who not only eat their own words, but enjoy the taste
Monday, June 20, 2016
Ol' 55 Redux: Fools rush in...
I wonder sometimes if I haven't traveled beyond love and let the fool have too much free rein. I feel sometimes it's run roughshod over the rest and become somewhat of a tyrant in its own right.
You make excuses. You can say you did what you needed to get by.
To get through.
Sometimes to get over.
Maybe too often to get over, but you can't go back and undo any of that. You try to make amends and make peace with anyone you trampled or shambled over unawares.
But whatever now. What's the point here? The point is finding balance. It's all about balance. Not better living through chemistry, but that was fun while it lasted. It was fun until it wasn't anymore.