For a while, all I wanted was 
free time.
To figure things out. To write things down.
To think. Take a break in being weird.
Rethink.
Listen to my self for once.
Figure out who I was and where I was going.
Well, there was no time for that.
Tumbled through my life like a little rolling rock.
And now I'm on my way
tumbling again to get to another thing.
Breathe in and out. Think one at a time.
Survive.

(December 1997)