I enjoy
The bliss in life.
The often unnoticed
Abyss of life.
The Touch-your-toes,
Now-head-and-shoulders,
Feather-in-your-hat,
Swords-stuck-in-boulders
Sides of life.
Looking up
And out at the sky,
The cold wind
Greets my skin and my bones.
In the grass,
With you,
I lie…
Talking about how too many people
Live sheltered lives
And how they try and make us clones.
I put my hand on my chest,
And feel
My heart beat inside of me.
I close my eyes,
And no longer doubt,
I’m where I’m supposed to be.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC
I enjoy
The bliss in life.
The often unnoticed
Abyss of life.
The Touch-your-toes,
Now-head-and-shoulders,
Feather-in-your-hat,
Swords-stuck-in-boulders
Sides of life.
Looking up
And out at the sky,
The cold wind
Greets my skin and my bones.
In the grass,
With you,
I lie…
Talking about how too many people
Live sheltered lives
And how they try and make us clones.
I put my hand on my chest,
And feel
My heart beat inside of me.
I close my eyes,
And no longer doubt,
I’m where I’m supposed to be.
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