It stalked me like a shadow in a dream.
Like a hunter with commitment
it was always there.

An alternative at every turn
every door
beckons
to be anyway.
Anyway at all.

A long time ago
I opened a window
to feel the breeze
of being alive
like some surging fountain
of energy.
I made a pact
to awaken.

I had no clue of what I had asked for
or what I had let in.
No one really does.

But anything made in vain
in the dark or in the rain
anything intended by the insane
or the cold stone gods of intellect 
is washed away like yesterday.

What you thought mattered
is shattered and
what remains lies beyond 
your deepest imagining.

So when you ask,
ask wisely
with this in mind...

The real power lies in the collective force.
If this isn't what you want,
don't ask.                                                                              © 1998 By David Bozzi