I feel like a soda bottle
lid screwed off one too many times
fizz seeping away a little more
each time
the coveted prize
stamped so clearly on my head
remains elusive
no matter how I try
I know only this:
the words written inside that
lid
will guide this world to
knowing this soul
when it is gone
by words carved deeply
into the stone:
"Sorry, not a winner.
Please try again."
We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James
