Still Tripping

Still Tripping

The secret to life

is to ignore what

you see on the

outside, the pristine

or maybe tarnished

shells walking around

and look to see what

striations of goodness

can be found on the inside.

I think you will be surprised

to see a shattering,

like glass,

reflections of pain

bouncing off

prized moments of

barely-suppressed

grandeur and simple

breathing and maybe even a

love for chocolate pudding.

We were all babies once

with a need for warmth

and swaddling and milk.

We were all kids tripping

over shoelaces.

And look.

Here we are now.

Sometimes still tripping.

Be so kind.