Alias

The name must be changed Bad memories linger on old hooks No longer meet for hanging hats. There is a time to move on. To begin again, to create anew Find the music that only tunes the ear When improvised out of old catechisms and Dissonant lies. The doors open—in blistering deserts of Barren soul Oasis in the smile of an untrusted stranger. Don't lose hope. Time is a weaver with many a colored thread The choosing of each laid in intricate design To fit your own particular tapestry Takes the longest while. Give yourself quiet, gentle care There is no need too great for the humbling The outstretched hand is, without an agonized doubt The great truth that must be recognized. ~ Laurence Overmire