~~~~~
is the day you grow up and be a man.
Somehow I know this isn't in your plans.
To take a chance and make things right.
This is not within grasp, nor within sight.
You cover up the stress and pain.
With your many vices.
You know them all by name.
I know them all to well myself.
Only because I see you in that chemical fog.
You call, being yourself.
It doesn't seem to make a difference to me.
How you choose to live your life.
Because, I know you, for you, and I can
see, through your effortless fantasy.
~~~~~
Heather L. Boyle
Copyright ©2002 Heather Leigh Boyle