How many darts could one pull
over the board of a tiny heart?
Step back for a minute
let it breathe,
let it stay alive for a li'l while;
Each face has a story to tell
something to hide, s'thing to expel
Pause for a minute
read the unwritten
let it speak and unwind;
Not that life has a meaning on each turn
some are lost, some are gravely defined
Stop for a minute
look at the roads
let it walk down to an unseen aisle.