My Shadow

I have so many secrets. I agree, some are more important than others
(and we all know how IMPORTANT, don't we!). No one is so wise (or
stupid enough, mind you) to know all of these at once or glimpse at the
window to my mind without wearing sunglasses to filter some of them
out. Those who step up to the light are often mediocre romancers who,
when touched by the light that is my innermost feelings, cringe and
scamper away with their tails between their legs. They realize that
what appears to be simple and managable (and I ask you...do I radiate
the illusion of simpleness?). I can only sit here and talk to the
shadows, of things I will only know. By sheer courage and optimism I
create an image of tomorrow, basing the time and weather on bittersweet
truths and lime margaritas.