a strange place, this...

i'm not entirely sure what i'm doing here. to be honest, a little confused about the whole setup, but i'm sure i'll get it eventually. i was invited in and now, it's like staring at a blank canvas. so much easier to respond to others than start your own conversation (uh.. with your self?).  still fumbling my way around. i'll start with a l'il poem i wrote some years ago. greetingz and good night...

the awesome we

it's to you i write

the one who fills the night
with restrictions manmade
so cold in this shade
can you really wonder
why there is thunder
from so many always
who dream of sunny days
aren't we here
to grow on our own
to face our fears
to know the unknown
it's to you i write
the one against the light
your shadow is large
but i've got you in perspective
you're not large at all
you're scared and you're small
we who still dream
of possibilities unseen
won't let you cloud our days
in a sappy, happy haze
we know the real deal
it's the touch, it's the feel
it's the stuff in between
past is gone
future may never be
presently, the stuff in between
the taste of the dream
the awesome we