Marinero

would you know how I felt if I said that I have to watch, it is my job to keep things together, and if I do not, they fall apart. the edges of my paper, so vulnerable to flame, will fall into the fire like ripened fruit if I stop looking for just the second that I might blink or sneeze. does everyone feel like this sometimes and even when I know God is watching for me...and it is the only spelling I am going to get on this long sea voyage, pero, yo no soy marinero, y El es capitan. I wish my eyes would close and I am tired of looking, for if I could see the future, I would see for myself no riches, no pain, just a coke, a peanut butter sandwich, and a blindfold.