Friday, October 28, 2005

Yeah, And Who's Gonna Stop Me?

I'm at the intersection and my blinker is ranting right, but my yearning is punching straight ahead. Don't look back until my soul reaches the level it understands. Forge through fears of uncertainty. Drive past the river. Drive over the mountain. Drive through the barren place that is alive with unfamilarity. Who's gonna stop me? My husband? My kids? My job? My friends? My website? Myself?