Up Front Balisage
we are all lost within ourselves so we search and hope to
find out the truth but it's so much easier said than done
and we're all climbing trees that have branches that
break and looking for roads we can take to get somewhere
before someone else gets wherever
we're going we're tarnished and wounding and shallow like
shadows but trustful and caring and furnished like
mansions but fearful and helpless and clumsy like
children but daring and hopeful
we take another breath and with this breath we start to
understand that no one plants a sign along the roads we
take maybe the truth lies deep within the search itself
maybe our balisage is the choices we make.
