re: volution

An elegant entrenchment, this battle between want and need.  Dreaming of reality, of ways things might or should have been.  So down the road we wander, holding hands with thorny bushes, for the roses smell so sweetly and are redder stained with blood.  In the early sun the world is new, yet evenings feel like age, and the only thing that's happened is we've continued to spin.  Relative position determines everything.  From where we stand, the future appears in front of us, but it's always where we are; allow the spin to get you there.