Into the day I go.  Filled with myself and all that may be.  Without the threat of all that I am not and do not wish to be.  Today I will be saved, I think, from the small lie. Silence masquerading  as acquiescence.  Laughter muting itself in the face of the solemn.  Dance halting for the lame.  I will not allow the truth of today to become set in stone, a prison for tomorrow's dreams.  Not today. a wind through grass...I will let it go where it will.