day one hundred sixty-five: life gives us choices.

out on a limb
i'm scared to death
doing the right thing
i hope i am

out on a limb
afraid to move
done the right thing
i guess we'll see

out on a limb
did life hand me this crown?
or did it fall from some
forsaken brow?

and i just happened upon it
because it's a jewel i've been lusting after
for years of my life
i just hope it shines with as much luster
as rumor has it should

day one hundred fifty-four: life changes.

bones disintegrating
decompose into nothing
brittle, breaking
beneath the weight of
the gravity of a certain number of years
drop one, slip a tad,
and never again the same
the shattered bones
from what once barely skinned your hand
the shattered dreams
from what once was merely bad luck.