When I don't remind you,
you know I don't change.
A storm from time to time
to remind myself the deference
from day and night.
Not a fight, a change of guard,
a change of mind.
Life is a highway of test driving blind men
trying to stay in a lane
that doesn't exit or remain the same.
Try as I might I cannot add it up
makes no sense to me or them.
Call it what you will
as I keep listening to the voice of the wilderness
and try to explain
I'm sill alive.
