Broken dreams aren’t losses, wins we’ve yet see. Alias is what we have when we don’t like being me. Falling on our faces, face-planting in the sand, isn’t the way we hoped it would be and less then what we’d planned. Certain to remember, and often regret the skin we lost in a wager believing that we’d win the bet. Trying and finding failure is a treasure that few afford, when a man find’s all his measure on skate, shoe or board.

Out there where it matters, we’d suffer to forget the brilliant scars and tatters left by wounds we’ve yet to get. Life comes at you quickly so play the serve with regard, It’s never seems that easy but seldom is it really that hard. Run then walk then saunter with pride or haste or peace as the images that will haunt her will be the memories she can’t release. Now if the road is splintered such the paths are hard to choose the coldest days gone wintered are battles we seldom lose.

A day is set before me a night with promised doubt I meet it with abundance of bravery and Courageous shout. Morning’s spent in thinking about the losses we loved most. Of firing’s from bad bosses and things of which we’d never boast. Extremely and severely challenged by it all I’d never have lost that slipper having never made it to the ball. Start too soon for the ending, done before begun the friend’s we’d be offending were never that much fun.

Quiet of the evening remember all that has occurred reflect to see the wonder and all the sounds we heard. Never in the daylight always in the dark the sails and mast are squeaking it’s time to board the ark. All the flowers planted in see shall come again the landing and the reaping will tell the where and when. I lost the Moment’s reason and the night is filled by doubt can ably tell the season with clarity and with clout. The moss has frozen solid the rock comes to a rest no letters, rhyme or sequence he always just knows best.