Back to the pace of the:
Steadily, moving readily.
Taking steps on each brick and rock
To be rewoven and reworked.
To be reintroduced to my best and my worst.
So, hand me that lighter,
Light up the sky.
Illuminate my thoughts
As imagination floats on by.
And as I pick up another piece,
Another slice of potential pie,
I think my faithful shutter
Has captured more than my own eye.