Life, a journey with different strides, different attitudes, different dreams.The paths twist, turn, curve, intersect with other paths; they encourage backtracking, lost footing, and hidden paths. Obsticals, the character building that ensues the path be stumbled back upon, even more dedicated and determined. Judgements, the weeds along the beaten path, to be pulled and discarded, as infectious parasites. Success, the breeze that tickles the cheek, invades the senses, conquers self doubt.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Lyrical Fantasy
Broken yet again by the mystic powers of song. Under the spell of another's words, wounds once scabbed over are ripped, gaping open. Pleas to shut down, collapsing all around. Deliberately swallowing hard, the knot restricts all constraints. Where are you?? Without you, I've lost my way... I'm lost and all alone.
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