what more

what more

what more is there?

 

“Solsbury Hill” at the cafe

Peter Gabriel's disavowed uber-hit

 

funny how we will always be known

for how we once were

in everyone else's eyes but our own

 

for them, that fierce passion of youth

produced the epitome of our soul's reflection

for us, our best is always yet to come

 

my best, an egg in the shell of the moment

yes, I wait anxiously for the hatching

but what more?

 

what more is there

than where you happen 

to find yourself?