As you travel life unravels secrets of the stage.. speed read or close study in your hand on every page..
Feelings from before speech brought you ways to touch your kin.. children in the schoolyard.. different cultures.. different skin..
Girl who looks a dancer prances for your growing yen.. take a chance you ask her out.. in dreams save her from men..
You will call to win or fall.. in each cause you speak.. in your time.. what you will be.. your pattern force unique..
Some you see are standing.. blank eyed.. hiding from the glare.. of the things living and dead they feel have put them there..
One hand holds a strange vacuum.. one a sign called luck.. living there with cartoon ways buffoon days and a truck..
Time is what we have in living.. giving is the prize.. true to bone.. always alone in each life surprise..
Precious is your vision as you bring your gift to view.. protect who and what you are..
You special ‘Private You’..