November 30, 1997 Time has been moving in
amazing spectrums
Brian
opened a third eye to conversations lost
How fortunate I am
To have a professor of philosophy to bounce my thoughts off
A Buddhist of every denomination
Debating every aspect of time, faith, and society
All in a fifteen minute break
We lose ourselves in mind and soul
game Lust for strategy
More productive time lost
It was fun though
Emotions torn
Defensive mechanics protect
my vulnerable core
In and out of now living
My muses come and go
As they always do
Walked this road before I have
Traverse it again I am sure
That never eases the stress of confusion
Creative opportunity has been presented
To early to make judgment
Ironic that I insist on looking so far for escape
Only to find it offered just under my nose
A chance has come to do what I have always wanted
If word is good
Then I will be working for the pleasure of the job
Too excited to contain myself
Yet I must be calm as not to be disappointed
It's a fickle world out there
Nothing is inevitable
The web regained appeal
Known amongst peers as the surfer of power
I find much to dismiss
Sometimes
