i used to think all kinds of things
had answers pat for every question
why the caged canary sings
to how to handle indigestion
i used to think i knew my soul
glimpsed shadows of my destiny
my past my future as a whole
the path through life laid out for me
one kiss and all was shattered into
jagged fragments razor sharp
one kiss and nothing further mattered
could not play my sacred harp
could not play my usual game
had to throw it all away
had to start from scratch again
quit the night and seek the day
quit the evil seek the good
betray the weaknesses inside
the lies i used to hide from would
no longer satisfy my pride
i used to think all kinds of stuff
make pretty patterns in my mind
but patterns now are not enough
not now i know that i am blind
Bad Poetry by Wayne Myers