swinging glass

The views I imagined are never as important as the views I have to take with me for another day. If I lose the connection to someone's view I remember admiring I would have timed the days away from those moments with a surer plan than never. All those moments you take the eyes you cherish as their own ways of reflecting who you are the hours away from yourself seem much less important. I won't get through to my own need for expression by imagining that moment again, and I won't be able to stand next to someone I love with a different state of mind chosen by their reaction to me until I have given it less thought than the imports of my words upon the emotional contingency of every syllable. The confined words of a lost dream for acting like the ways of life will change me into the person I think can find a love important takes more time to give up the past than does the level headed energies of the moment. The reasoned mind takes too long to make up its choice in the long distance race of the soul to its bliss. The moment that emotionless stockade of a lost day drives your own motivation to the edge there are more parts lost than gained by the adding of your accomplishments to your ego. Sensible and tame, personal and easy, living and breathing for the average moments forgotten in the reduction of your ideas to turning wheels given flight by the revolving doors left to fall through like you can't see your own reflection anymore. The relation you have appraised by someone losing patience with the stymied interest in living outside of where you are and the level of the circles of swinging glass that give a pattern to the way that wheel connects your life to another, without another option you look like a square leaving traces of your corners in the crevices you found and didn't have a way out of. There in those long lost seconds of your life there is too much of yourself to handle and not enough of the realities you desired long ago, in the eons of light shining through your heart and gleaming in the eyes of those you have seen but not heard, those you have listened to but forgotten, those who were there but can no longer be seen, there is where you reside today, but tomorrow can always give you another reason to smile for no real reason at all, or laugh for the best reason you can ever remember.