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I Sit and wonder
If we’ll make it back to heaven
In a cluster
Will it ever work again?
I sit and ponder
Watching the light show
I’ve got no answers
Just something to believe in
Subtly wave to the wind
It’s waiting on you
You cannot be wasting away
You’re cutting close.
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Let’s see where these roads lead
otherwise what has it been for?..
Have all these years spent hoarding sentiments
meant to be shared
been for nothing?
seemingly now they turn on me & spill out
uncontrollably…
In a conversation about the weather,
I’ll end up spewing about my existential dread &
without the ability to reel myself back in,
I begin to sense the wave of my words cast a
big cloud over me,
billowing a tunnel that echoes my deepest
fears and hopes…
Is this my year? Keeping track of my good deeds
Now having committed myself to the rising sun,
I love to hear the birds sing their song to
what hides beyond the hill early in the morning.
I wonder often about the lives of birds..
big birds, little birds, birds that soar high up above
& birds that tread the same ground as me.
Sometimes I picture myself a bird & my song
playing in harmony with the rising sun.