Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

Cold hands.
What would Bobby do?

Sing.
And possibly be good at it.
Depending on your position.

Mississippi would lay still.
And the world would dance along.

But I know the step.
The shift, and even the jazz hands.

Wish I was ahead.
Around.

Affluent.
Affected.

Wish I was a chef.
A loser.
A hero.
Dad.

With some lessons.
Some dance.
Some help.