January 3rd, 2009 Feelings

I have started walking one path but fear of losing the other.

Held one hand scared of grabbing another one.

If one way clears then the other gets confusing.

When will that stranger come walk me through the maze of life.

One day its pouring rain the other it's foggy.

One night I am sleeping with dried eyes,

The other I'm sleepless with tears.

One relationship starts to shape when the other breaks.

One thread of heart is joined when the other gets loose.

One believe gets stronger when the other gets weaker.