I WISH I WAS
A scarecrow.
on a lone mountain top.
Nothing to fret about,
nothing to state.
Solitary,
the breeze passing -
by and beneath.
A shell, on the
never-ending shore
With nothing to undergo
and nowhere to go.
Only to lie there -
aimlessly.
float in and out
of the sea.
A seed -
on an old, old tree.
Nothing to hold on to-
fall free.
Grow all alone.
form myself again -
remaining free.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
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