by Aaron Nelson

Created on: June 11, 2008

Second pick
Do you know how that feels?
I think I do
It dawns on me that I may just be a stopping point on the train of life
Maybe I'm just paranoid, or maybe intuition is the friend I seldom listen to
Either way I don't like it, and worse don't want to ask
It grabs me like waking up from the best dream, that is just a dream
My stomach turns and my head spins, my fingers itch for a pen

The words spill from a sick feeling and consume the paper as if to say you have your answer
But, I do not want that answer and I will ignore it like an unwelcome guest
If I stop to read this I will start over, so I just spill
The only time this can be read is after the truth smacks me in the face or security wraps me like a blanket knit by loving hands
Is the world always this uncertain?
Life will never respond to the questions I ask and at times God lets me walk alone
There should be a manual or prelude to this game we dance
In investments the best payoffs are the highest risk
Is this true in life also?
I don't know and must get the gumption to find out what train I'm on
Some things only make sense when there over and sometimes we still don't get "it"
Wish I did
And then it hits me, the real answer is this- believe in yourself, be true to yourself, God is always there, and whatever train you're on, the ride is spectacular and unique. Nothing is guaranteed and knowing is only a way of feeding the selfish mind . . . or at least that's what I'll tell myself.

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