May 1999

Time has its way of
Revealing to you
What had been and what
Couldn't be
We never have it all figured out...
But then again...
Who does?
And somehow we manage
...To move on
We just have to
Take the chances.

I had been wrong
When I thought
I had it all figured out

Telling you...
...How far I’ve seen
Telling you...
...that I know you
Telling you...
...that it isn’t what we need
and now I wonder if I was fooling you
or lying to myself.

May 1, 1999