I must have too much Viking in me.
There are bastards that I am glad that I resisted.
There are women I am glad shook my tree.
I’ve done things that I am glad that I pushed to make happen.
Age pries your fingers off of the cliff one at a time until you
fall like Wile E. Coyote . THEN you transcend.
In death you reach the Tao of unattachment.
I must have too much Viking in me.
There are bastards that I am glad that I resisted.
There are women I am glad shook my tree.
I’ve done things that I am glad that I pushed to make happen.
Age pries your fingers off of the cliff one at a time until you
fall like Wile E. Coyote . THEN you transcend.
In death you reach the Tao of unattachment.