Changes

I am weak.

But do not think my weakness is permanent.

I am silent.

But do not think I cannot speak.

I am crying.

But do not think I cannot smile.

I am frustrated.

But do not think I cannot be happy.

I am numb.

But do not think I am not  sensitive.

Little by little, things change.

Little by little, reality becomes different 

Little by little, you change

And little by little you tend to realize... 

this too shall pass.

-Cinky

Drive Through

The roads are empty.

The roads are narrow.

The roads are bumpy.

The roads are meandering.

Will there be a guide?

Will they be wide?

Will they be smooth?

Will they have a horizon?

Go on mate for you are on your own.

Go on mate for the width doesn't matter.

Go on mate for you'll be stronger.

Go on mate as you are making your own way.

-Cinky