Turntables...a Poem...at the spur of the moment.

life hangs in the balance while i am out there...
lazing about on all fours, smelling the sweet spring air...
beleive i do that the spring in my step lends a little fashion...
to all that has been done and to be done with the same old passion...
dreams are not yet to be undone till the present minute...
but dreams, be they angels from the heavens or some cheap gimmick...
i know not where i am headed, i love you mom and you and you too...
wish me luck in the journey dreaded, to dream or not to leave it through...

its the question which remains by the heart unanswered as the memories unerased....
i survive still and always with a smile unfazed...

Amen.