Tired of "day to day" insanity
And of "settling" for living a life by default
A bruised heart digs its way out of human made boundaries
Then sets out
On a determined and uncompromising sojourn of reclamation.
Along the heart's travels, it meets up with a rusty magpie
With a liking for chalky vodka and waltzing
A wire haired pointer with a predisposition for friskiness and "extra"-marital
And a soft spoken Spanish guitar with strings strung too tightly with the weight of deep secret longings
And "Never Should have been made" promises that seemed always in need of repair.
Unaware why their lives have merged at this time
The unlikely quartet move forward with the shadow of certainty always
Just two steps behind them
And perhaps that's as it should be