by Tony Sain
What many see as excessiveness,
I see as necessity.
What many see as too expensive,
I see as priceless.
What many see as twisted sheet metal,
I see as a sculpture of experience.
They call it maintenance.
I call it caring.
They say, “Why replace a perfectly good part?”
I reply, “If it were perfect, it wouldn’t need replacing.
Besides, there are no perfect parts.”
They call it broken.
I call it wounded.
They see a scratch.
I see a memory.
They’ll take the low road. They’ll take the high road.
I’ll take a little of both and a lot of the space between.
Some say I am destroying the earth.
I say that I am becoming a part of it.
They look at it.
I look at it. I feel it. I taste it, breathe it and wear it in my hair.
When they take away a trail,
they take away my air.
They say we are different…
I say they are right.
When you come to a fork in the road…
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