riding wave after wave of doubt
and remorse before dismay pleads its case
disgust about the past is already gone
in private the discussions are quick
confessions revolve around funny overspending
arguments so silly by the end we are laughing
leaving the care behind when we head downtown or
letting a forest and a river call us back home
yellow butterflies dance in my memory
intense moments captured of when life turned around
now the toughest mountains have the prettiest peaks
doing my best to remember the ghosts i miss
each day is its own separate animal
end the confusion and come back to who you are
devote your energies to the things you love
jaybeasley2 