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Aug 2010
Do you feel like getting out of here and hiking to a far off distant place?
We could pack a bag and bag a lunch and follow the wind of intuition.
We could start all over and buy brand new shoes for all the brand new roads we find,
and instead of thinking of talking we can talk of our thoughts
the ones that we’ve fought so hard to share but never could.
And we would walk until we wear out the soles by exploring the roads we both choose to walk.
And we would talk until we tear out our souls and we would choose to explore them together.
We could live off the land, but mostly each other, and I would carry you if you got too tired to even stand.
And it wouldn’t matter if we ever got to where we were going
because we never knew where that was in the first place,
and because all the things we had been looking for we had found along the way.
If you agree than you must see that to stay here would be a crime to you and me both.
So please, let’s grab our coats and go
and we’ll draw our own map and we’ll follow the moon,
for I’ve waited and waited to take this walk
but just realized with whom.
Written by
david kent
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   Jeff Baker
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