October 3, 2011

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  Changed last minute and this,

  my heart

  cannot settle with my head. They swell and flux like batter that can't decide

  to be cake or bread.

  I have no directions, lost and lacking

  exact measurements and right timing.

  My perfection is gone, but the heat is turned on.

  Players finger the knobs of fate, deciding for me.

  I never had the recipe.

  I want to tell my batter:

  Don't give slack, don't look back.

  Do it to get it done once possibilities are gone.

  Move along, save your goodbyes, because proverbs lie,

  there are no rights and wrongs--only a choice

  and a lifetime to live its consequence.

  Make it, commit, and even if

  it's a mistake,

  you just can't unbake a cake.

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