Sunday, April 26, 2009

May

In May I may find what I'm looking for.
Or at least find out what it is I'm meant to be
finding.

In May I may finally bite the bullet,
and take off on a run
just for the fun of it.

In May I may finally give in
to my better judgement,
and leave the broken pieces behind
for the wind to pick up.

In May I may get the call I've been waiting for.

In May I may be spontaneous,
and renew my old frienship with impulse.

In May I may stop kidding myself,
take off my rose-tinted glasses and squint
at the blindingly obvious.

In May I may wake in one city
and go to sleep in another.

All these things may happen in May.
But even if they don't,

at least it will soon be June.