waiting room

it's all about timing
dismissed - but i hate being wrong so i'm going to stop guessing
stood up - but i'm sick anyway so i'll come home and sleep
the best i can do is a dirty old punk rock nut who wants to make me birthday dinner and vodka - i said i had plans, and i'll eat cake alone if i have to to make it true
no one is ever completely forgotten
my ocean came back (like the wonder twins - form of...sky)
i will put my happy thanks out into the universe and hope it lands where it's aimed
joy finds me when i least expect it
at river's edge
at this great height
memories of...
we let it all go
i dance those smiles and dream into tomorrow...