One day i'll stop making excuses and i'll do the inexcusable.

One day i'll give two shits instead of..a shit.

One day i'll find enough compassion to enlighten the world in which i live, just enough to see the edges.

One day i'll buy a horse- i can't afford petrol.

One day i'll grow up and find that my clothes have all but turned to ribbon from my yearning so hard to grow into into myself softly.

One day i will run for office, and pour kerosine all over said office, and we can all vote as to who lights the match.

One day i'll find you that button that i broke from your blouse when we wanted sex so much that i broke your blouse.

One day i'll sit down with a small child and explain the world as it really is- a sad play about anger that knows love only when it's happy.

One day i'll write my father a letter and tell him that i already know how much he loves me, that i always knew- and that it will be hard to turn back into worm shit ,when he'll already be a tree again.

One day i'll open my eyes and see that something has changed, and it won't be the mirror.

One day i'll have the strength to stop asking God for strength.

One day i'll fall asleep and the moon will let me cup her in my bodhi hands and blow on her like a dandelion.

One day i'll cry and my body will melt into the joy of emptiness.

One day i'll say to myself-
..'Stop waiting for one day. Stop writing down time. Stop recording this fucking drama and taking notes for the heavenly beaurocrats to turn into their wine'.

One day i'll be infamous and dead rich.

One day i'll give three shits if i'm dead rich and infamous.

One day i'll play golf but pull up all the flags and fill in all the holes, so i don't have to try and play golf.

One day i'll give up trying to explain things to people, and let them figure it out.

One day i'll fall in love, and it will hurt so bad that giving it up will kill me.

One day i'll have an urge to start a fight that i cannot win.

One day i will breath.

One day i will sit up straight.

One day i will remember that i am everything i always was, and everything i always wanted to be, and everything i tried not to be, and everything i could not speak.

One day is enough.

One day is enough to do so much.

One day is enough.


Benjamin.W.Wild (c) 2006

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