The outside always
tries to change the inside more often with caress than spear.
With age we build a fortress to keep it out.
But a fortress is also a cage
that keeps us in.
And the color of life fades
like a leaf in its time.
Purpose to diversion,
passion to comfort,
and we think we already know "who done it"
and the "who" is I.
Inside out.
And at the top of a
far-away hill a fat lady sings
"Life is messy
when you live it right."
Can you hear her
over the wind
outside?
-Jerry Wendt
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