New chance

		Here I am, my orange silhouette, choosing the see-look-at the map of destinations, juggling in rotations with words and expressions, just extensions... and many-many questions... How to know, what table to serve and feel/heal the nerve, when shaking hands outstretched? Are you match or they trying to pull you in wrong way? How to know, where place the straw to fall (not fail) softly and slow in love with (out) sorrow with face forward for show and tell? How to know which word will trigger old pain, and push hot buttons of forgotten co-pays with due today, if not - sue? No way. How sharp's my pencil to cut the strings, attached to past ring, to choose better path - not the buffet pass with cashier's wry: 'what is change?' Or maybe exchange it for...flowers? Seeds of truth, planted in ground, with roots expanding all year around, twisted with hope and promise to bring new chance for soul abundance and freedom sense. When the first buds, quenching their thirst, glance in the sky, touch fertile earth, bloom in the light - then we'll be know how it feels   at home...     in flow...