Other Steps

if I listen long enough I'd tell myself this doesn't matter, no matter how hard I try no matter how much I do laughter fled with darkened brooms where quiet times remained whispers outside those angry thoughts following words you'd say, and always at the wrong time when love tried so hard were you blind or simply would not see this energy sublime and now, my journey, I do wonder at times if there were other doors for me paths that led to happiness something other than meant to be ...