Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want. 
                                                                  I let my oars fall into the water.
                      Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want.
The night is so still that I forget to breathe.
                        The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving.
              Tonight there are people getting just what they need. 
                                         When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over.
Tonight, there are people who are so happy,
that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow.

          Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow.

                         My hand trails in the water.
                            I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind

After awhile you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean possession
and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept
your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your roads today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
burns if you get too much so you plant your
own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn...