paradise or a nuclear explosion?

There are dilemas in life that we could never have anticipated.
The heart has deeper capacity than most will ever feel.
Do we want to see ourselves in the eyes of another?
Do we want it to stir our physical being with a touch or a breath?
I've seen it in their eyes... the dark and the blue.
Watching me being me, watching them watching you.
Increasingly aware of the many sides of the number two...
I'm a goner in this lonely woman's battle for the front.
But I'm watching this race at my own little pace...
caught up in the haze of the truth that's kicked up.

today

Today I fell like a small tree on one of those little strips of nature that exist on interstate medians. I was put here to bring beauty and stillness to a fast-paced concrete world. But I don't belong here. I long to be around others like me in the wilderness. Would the commuters notice if I were gone? Perhaps.
But in my daily life I am overlooked. Once a beautiful thing in an ugly place, I am becoming covered in exhaust, and neglected by all but the rain. I long to shake my shallow roots free of this poisoned ground.