When everyone gets what they want

"I just thought of what I want on that magical day when everyone gets what they want", I said, "I want me. I want me solid and steady and clearly defined; living inside my own skin.  I want me. Whatever I am. Whatever I turn out to be."

-The Cracker Factory

Joyce Rebeta-Burditt

If I loved you

If you need me to cry

a thousand oceans

to sail you home

I will mourn

If you need me to oversee

your weary brow

to supply you strength

I will be strong

If you want me to follow

you over summer fields

Be sure that I will run

I will be there

If you need me to remember

I'll give my memory

Of all our love, our path

I will, I can't forget

If you need to find your way

Let me be your light

Your beacon, the safe place

The lighthouse

I will be home.

But if you need to go

I won't keep you from flying

I'll supply the wings

And the wind to carry you.

If I loved you.

Like I do.

Reality

We don't remember everything.  All we have, in memory, are our own subjective accounts of fleeting surreal moments in circumstance that we attach meaning to.  "Memory" then, is not a "true" account of what took place in reality.

What is real then?

Birds talk to me