a whistle in the dark

tryin' out somethin' new, I am, I am. Don't think you misread, Jess. Part of the message has to do with uncertainty ... and a willingness to listen to whomever. I do think uncertainness shadows struggle somehow, maybe like a remora about to attach itself to shark. Well, maybe that's not such a good analogy. I'm sure you can come up with something better. Respect your opinion(s). Always. Thanx, Chuck PS: Another thought sticks in my brain: I thought it chancy to pen a poem about thought or thoughts. The ending I think blends in (at least by implication) a little feeling/emotion, which probably assisted in bringing it to life ... somehow. My father bored the bulk of my childhood practically to tears by his constant hash and rehash of things philosophical ... and with nary a glimmer of feeling to make any of it very real. As well it lacked warmth (and kept an emotional distance firmly between us). The warmth I missed out on I would've loved to get from him. Even to this day I find myself bored by discussion of things philosophical. Especially if it goes on for more than a few seconds. Such discussion on his part to me always seemed like a form of Solitaire, being that the speaker wasn't speaking to me ... but rather to himself.