Dubious Decisions By Danny Villarreal

 

     In a perfect world

     It has been said

     That to be alive

     You are better off dead

 

     Along the beach

     I sometimes walk

     And to curious crabs

     I sometimes talk

 

     The rising tide

     Floods the land

     Like the trees are

     Shaken by invisible hands

 

     Swift like light

     I cross the sky

     Never wanting to live

     Never wishing to die

 

     In my deepest sleep

     Again I wake

     Bound by love and

     Surrounded by hate

 

     Beneath the ground

     I shelter my soul

     More precious than diamonds

    And priceless as gold

 

     The light of night

     Is black like rain

     And in my heart lies

     Pools of pain

 

     On my final day

     And in my final hour

     I search for the hands of gods

     And the source of all my power.

 

     -D

 

     In the end it’s over

     And it all is clear

     That no matter how far

     We wander

     We are always near.