Reflections

These are my reflections of a past, present and future that never seems stable. When I was young I swear I had a guardian angel. Every day I was a stunt devil but my worst injury was a swollen ankle. Thinking back on it I’m thankful, thankful that I never ended up in a hospital bed. That was the past. These days Im never grateful. What’s wrong? I always have a full plate on the kitchen table, however my stomach is upset and my mind is out of bounds. I’m a homeless, hopeless horse with a broken leg which means I’m unstable and you can take that anyway you want to. If I do make it then my story will be a fable, I see most things in black and white like my television set before we updated to cable. All I want to do is sail, set out to sea and never come back, trying to make history like I’m a dog chasing my own tale. It seems that when I’m carrying the weight of the world that includes the scale. The device I’m using to measure the reasoning behind the fact that I’ve become as slow as a snail. I’m watching everything flash before my eyes, as I say goodbye to a childhood full of good times. And bad times, and bad times.