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September 17, 2003

All I have to say
you already know.
From dreams to a day
of tasks and chores
I wake in the new light
of another pretty day
and begin to question
all that is in my head.
Perfect weather and
perfectly cheerful mood
from child to mom,
all seems good today.
Nothing to fear or hope
and everything to love.
What I need is here,
and yet the dim light
of another part of life
still shines into my mind.
I have too many questions
about myself to come clean
perfectly of the things
I've held so close to me.
So I fill in my day,
and waste it all away.
I get closer to the last
of my time, and wonder
if the final days will
be any clearer to me.
But today, it is perfect
and nothing else is real
at least for a while now
as you sleep soundly
or block me out entirely
for the day that lies ahead.