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carley-lanelle-trammell
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Today I am a cloud Wispy and floating along Hoping a wind will come and take me Shape me, move me I am everything and nothing at once. Tomorrow I am she. Today I am the frog that hops, the bird that sings Today I am the forest, dark and moody Full of one, full of all. I am the meadow, green and full of life not my own If one is here, all are here, and it is calm. The pond with the fish swimming, glimmering. Now a glimmer, now gone. Tomorrow I am dead. I am every root digging curled into the damp ground Dark and confined, not breathing The wetness seeps through me, eroding me in the silence. I once was a word. Then I was every word. Soon I became every language. The words flew about, here my arm, there my leg. I was everywhere and nowhere at once. The world listened, the audience applauded. I am the audience, mute, enraptured. The words become notes, the sentences music. I am awed by all the black and white, stunned by the noise and the silence. Bewildered by the softs and louds, the expressiveness mixed with technique. The music enthralls me. I am in a trance. Then suddenly I am gone. I am dissolved into the air, being breathed in by every living thing. Today I am a child. I cry for everything because that is all I know how to do. I eat the world, trying to understand it. I ask questions. I love questions because questions help me understand. I look up to you, and down on you all the same. Watching everything you do with a critical eye. A sponge. Soaking in all the world. Still able to find the joy of living, needing no purpose. Today I am a child. Tomorrow I am me. They are one and the same.
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:04 PM UTC
carley-lanelle-trammell
This is My Song
Today I am a cloud Wispy and floating along Hoping a wind will come and take me Shape me, move me I am everything and nothing at once. Tomorrow I am she. Today I am the frog that hops, the bird that sings Today I am the forest, dark and moody Full of one, full of all. I am the meadow, green and full of life not my own If one is here, all are here, and it is calm. The pond with the fish swimming, glimmering. Now a glimmer, now gone. Tomorrow I am dead. I am every root digging curled into the damp ground Dark and confined, not breathing The wetness seeps through me, eroding me in the silence. I once was a word. Then I was every word. Soon I became every language. The words flew about, here my arm, there my leg. I was everywhere and nowhere at once. The world listened, the audience applauded. I am the audience, mute, enraptured. The words become notes, the sentences music. I am awed by all the black and white, stunned by the noise and the silence. Bewildered by the softs and louds, the expressiveness mixed with technique. The music enthralls me. I am in a trance. Then suddenly I am gone. I am dissolved into the air, being breathed in by every living thing. Today I am a child. I cry for everything because that is all I know how to do. I eat the world, trying to understand it. I ask questions. I love questions because questions help me understand. I look up to you, and down on you all the same. Watching everything you do with a critical eye. A sponge. Soaking in all the world. Still able to find the joy of living, needing no purpose. Today I am a child. Tomorrow I am me. They are one and the same.
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