used and abused...left to my own deVICES

lately i've been feeling pushed to the side,
not the far side, just to the side,
taken out of the mainstream if you will
but still tugging along in the current
pursuing the pull if you will
yet never grabbing hold of the rope.

over, and over, and over,
i tumble, rise, slip.

like raindrops at the very start of the mist,
first one, then another,
then a pause.
then another, and that's it.

hazy grey mist, bright blue skies,
a bright yellow sun,
and I'm feeling better.

then i start to think.

the hours melt into the
screen melts into the
desk melts into the
floor rises up to meet
my feet are grounded.

good stuff.

pitter, patter, there it goes,
again, and again,
and a pause,
til next time!

<3samBAM