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At last my time is finally past
Over four long years elapsed
Yet inside I feel simply aghast
Hopes dashed and will collapsed

Everything that I thought I could
How foolish a thought it was
Perhaps those words were never would
My mind fades without its cause

Always a dreamer with greatness nearby
Though fruition remains ever elusive
To close each day swallowing a sigh
Fighting worries that are ever intrusive

Yet truly it was always I
The demon under my own bed
Thinking I was on cloud nine
Only to be awoken screaming instead

So what I mean to tell you today
Before the journey that lies ahead
Chase those dreams away
Before you find all your happiness is bled
Copyright 2024 Christian Anderson. All Rights Reserved.
Alone on a hike,
or with my mountain bike,
allows me to unwind.
Among the trees,
preferably without the bees,
lets me take my time…
To relax, that is, after a long hard day.
It lets all my troubles melt away,
into the silence of nature that surrounds me.
Simply, I can enjoy the breeze
as it cuts through the trees
and crashes against my face.
Smell the wooden construct's aroma
violently inviting itself into my nostrils.
Leaves crunching against my feet,
I might ever-so-often wonder...
What do I want to eat?
But nonetheless,
I don't let my thoughts distract me
from all the beauty that surrounds me.
Trying my very best to see…
it all, before the day is done.
When out in nature it is quite the venture,
especially when it is only you and yourself.
And so when you are all by yourself,
out and about,
frolicking around,
enjoying the peacefulness of the outdoors...
Just maybe you'll forget the troubles of your day.
Copyright 2022 Christian Anderson. All Rights Reserved.
The distant moon is beautiful tonight—
As I lie in bed with fright,
Of all the things I must do tomorrow,
Wishing I could be left to my sorrows.

Looking upward toward the night,
In the reflection of the starlight,
The moon makes my heart race.
My insides twist and ache.

Is something about it sad?
Is its likeness making me mad?
Are the cloud strangling it midair?
And why am I to care?

About that lustrous sphere's glow,
My heart begins to slow;
Longingly glancing at the moon,
Wishing for rest very soon .
Copyright 2022 Christian Anderson. All Rights Reserved.

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