Perhaps

Perhaps I'll never learn
when to say when

Perhaps I'll never learn
when enough is enough

Perhaps I'll never learn
to hold on just a little tighter

Perhaps I'll never learn
when to stop talking

Perhaps I'll never learn
who to open up to

Perhaps I'll never learn
who doesn't care to know

Perhaps I'll never learn
not to be so hard on myself

Perhaps I'll never learn
that this is who I am

Some old Artsy photos

I was inspired by a new friend's photo blog to put some photos here (thanks, Jason). Since I've not been out on a photo excursion in a while, I though I'd throw some old ones on here....

If you look closely, you can see my reflection in the eye.

Thinking about mowing the yard....but just thinking...

garden spider ...so cool!

Spooky Old Tree....

This one would have been so much better if it were clear....darn delayed shutter!

Window at Club Frisco

Tidal Travis

You are the tide
Constantly rolling in and out of our lives,
Except without regularity.

I am the sand that accepts your presence
And absence.
I may build a wall to keep you out,
But it is only sand, and breaks easily when you roll in again
Sympathetic to your continuous self-inflicted plight,
I can not turn my back to you.

In a storm, your salty spray stings,
Your hostile breaks pick at my constitution,
Your wicked undertow pulls me under
Where I tumble and tumble until I settle
once more on the sturdy beach.

On pleasant days your gentle laps are refreshing
and feel good.
They make me miss high tide.

You have left many priceless treasures on my shore-
others who have been caught in your waves.
I bury them in my soul.
And you always take a bit of me when you go again......