find your way

whether it be through forests and streams with expensive mountain bootys on or swimming a half a mile to a sand bar in The Bahamas: find your way.

if it is at sea saving dolphins or on a ferry off Boston watching whales named after led Zepplin band members: find your way

 

if it is on a train to Bonholm or on a 16 k run the moment you arive: find your way

if it is in the embrace of a woman you know you should pay more attention to becaue she means no harm: find your way

 

in a library in Munich. In a record store in Burton. in a ythrift shop in Miami: find your way.

 

I stood on a couch and watched Kiss play underneath the Brooklyn Bridge one year.  My way was not then or there. 

I drank half my salary for a decade and destroyed every relationship I had (bar 1) and my way was not there or then.

 

I burned down forests of ideas to keep hold of 3 that made my reputation but exhausetd my ability to listen and found that my way was neither there or then.

 

I broke my own heart. I won my own war. I lost my own battles. I drank some more and still my way was neithere there or then.

 

So, where was it? Where I left it of course. Out in the rain, covered oin mud, surprisingly nowhjere nearly as rusted as you would expect; my way was left behind on a cold day in 1982, just after it snowed. I let someone beat me at the imagination gameand as a result, I never actually sp[oke the way I thought again. 

 

I rediscovered it out of necessity as my greatest idea whithered and threatened death. I had no choice but to breathe the life of only a 12 year old can muster into it. I fed it Iron Man and Red Robin stories. I fed it Alan Parker and Ridley Scott. I fed it The Face. I nurtured it with ~Xanadu.

 

It came back. i was saved. I found my way. You should too.

 

Find your way