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Nov 2015
I feel unreal
When I peer off into the distance
As most humans only paint pictures they witness
I miss this
I miss the way we used to set our bars higher than the stars
How the warmth of the sun can cool even the ****** and be done
I wish it were that simple
I wish that we could be held responsible for being what we are
Because us
We are not worthy of that responsibility
But we will be
One day
One day we will be able to walk across the seas
As do the birds
And as well as the breeze
One day the sky will clear
Without any noxious gases limiting the visibility of our fears
All we can do is hope
Hope that one day
We will be in charge of own tight rope
Kurt LaVacque
Written by
Kurt LaVacque  Austin
(Austin)   
710
   --- and Dead lover
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