A tried and true notion,
like a rut in the road,
keeps me from going further.
Letting go is easier said then done.
The familiar ground holds comfort,
that sedates the weary traveller.
Fear of the unknown,
love for the familiar:
these notions kill more
then DRUGS and marriage.
Combined.
Let's leave the spies and shame
to their silly game,
by accepting the wounds and tender cuts,
given to us,
each other,
and ourselves.