Tread lightly
as not to trample
the stalks of budding dreams
Let them sprout
in the gap between the toes
watch them sway
in the breeze caused
by the friction of your lifting foot
extended towards their counterparts
an endless step away

Choose carefully
with your sparse and
widening  steps
which flagstone  cracked with age
will  resonate  through
you
its  painful
song of  burden
its lifting  song
of  joy

Float  than
gently
push  the  air
repeal   gravity
with    jets    fueled
by     yourself
     that ' s      i  t
                y  o  u  
                       f    l    y

How to live the next 365 days:

10 days
To remember how it feels like to begin again
33 days
Of non-consecutive sadness that you never asked for
56 days
Of exploration
For your compass is a ticking clock
Go places and meet faces
Nothing found without a loss
200 days
Of mindless rout(in)e
Drowning in a system of (ter)ror
A mechanism of much (lac)k
But there is sanity in rigidity met(ed)
(And reckless will come)
12 days
Of alone time
Once a month
31 days
In December
Waiting for the next year to come
20 days
Of trying to go for a run
3 days
Without seeing the face of the sun
And 365 days
To discover yourself

365 days
Of ticking boxes
But before that
Cross out the resolution in its 5th year running
And accept that some things
Are just not meant to be
365 days of contentment
With yourself and your surrounding
For nothing shall call you victim
And lastly
365 days of loving
Whoever they are and whatever it is
Because no feeling in the world
Is better than this

Welcome to me too.
Thanks for coming in high-altitude, if you're really into them.
There are new-tutorials, and I'm not going to need one.
Why not do the news? I love plain and simple.
Free-market sloping losses will do this;
because of bipartisan politics.
Luyendyk news is crowded by Audi's and by partisan politics;
I don't like my partisan politics.
Star tutorials are tutorial-soon.
This is a new tutorial for my into being given to the jury
in tutorial.

People present their uh dreams,
and a jury room is like love;
a little atmosphere me in a circle,
meaning we are (he is) related to the moon .

I'm the serving the Newburgh tutorial right now
around this one:
The new green play I'm into.
This one’s just a little on the Brumbies
cuz glass needs it to learn.
I am the circus mom pursuing your doom;
a mistaken rampant around jug-glass John,
inputting the bar’s shiny leading to the bottom-thanked step.
Number one is singing your doom on.

Be an unloaded nerd, like a dump truck dumping dirt into our hearts
while holding the whole lamar,
and perfecting the bar starting with p.
Put on the range
near the whole ecosystem in a in a bubble.
Second thing you gotta do is earn it,
you do this, but we plan to our dirt up to nine innings.
love things American
like me
in the new godliness.

99 dramas trapped under so now I'm a real utah zombie,
and lines,