

Exciting UnknownI see so many different trees all different shapes sizes and colors. All i can hear is the wind rustling through the trees and the crunch of the brush beneath my feat, just wandering through the woods not sure whihc path to take, wandering through life leads nowhere whispers the wind, you must find your destiny choose a path and then if you must, start all over again. That way you learn more about yourself, then finally will you be able to understand who you are and what your purpose in life is, the wind stops and i see a path with a gate that is lit with a golden aura. I walk towards it with aExciting Unknown


Tides of TimeThe Still calm waters of mornings first light, the fog slowly rises and disipates skyward revealing the beauty of fall, the multitude of geese floating across the liquid glass of the hidden lake is my private sanctuary where no one can bother me, the muted colors of the trees not quite as vibrant at this hour hour, but slowly there beauty shall be revealed, that which is like a butterfly bursting from its cocoon another season of life will come to a close while another one begins,Tides of Time
this great circle that we live in is constantly changing,
just as the tides have throughout time.


One With youThe silky smothness of the airOne With you
gently carresses as i stare out over the cliff i see the vast expanse of many lands and oceans creating a kaleidescope of color i feel safe here away from the harshness of the human world one with nature one with you understanding the hurt that you go through
as you watch yourself slowly dying each day i watch it too and am also in pain i see your beauty everywhere i go along the path through the forest
the way the light filters through the trees in the way the furry critters scamper across fields
so free with no worries what


Inevitablesometimes i feel like i dont belong hereInevitable
as the days mold and meld into each other
so quickly i feel like i am suffocating. i wonder when my life is going to start
i feel stuck in a rut afraid to climb out and be my own person. not as the person people see me this is not the real me. Sometimes i wonder who the real me is. I have
conformed to so many rules and standards that are not me. I can be me im afraid of rejection something
i have gone through to much in my short life. I feel a string pulling me now towards the unknown the inevitable force that guides us all
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"you spank it you tank it"
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"you spank it you tank it"
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There's a monkey in my pocket and he's stealing all my change
his stare is blank and glassy I am sure he is deranged!
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"you spank it you tank it"
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