If Attitude Counts
Maybe I can imagine, since there’s no definite place I belong.
I could pull up sideways to any table, and get exotic crumbs on floors that aren’t mine.
Maybe I can make the space inside my heart
That sometimes feels like a void
Into some death-defying canyon
That the nouveau put on their bucket lists,
And say there is a beauty there, call it “spare” or “harsh”
Does “It’s all in how you look at things?” have that kind of magic?
If it did, maybe it could change a blank page into my
Own personal tundra that’s just mine to explore.
Trying to think that doesn’t quite make it real
But I work better with big goals.
