Friday, August 21, 2009

Now

Now

There, that's better.
In the tops of trees everything goes well.

Baby's life spent learning balance,
Then learns to fly.

Birds are in the sky,
I'm still walking on the ground.
Do I feel a bit small?
Here on the ground.

Then


I'm wild eyed again, driving on the road.
half awake, half asleep.
Long drive, just smiles.

Tigers cross my path on the road.
Or was that a dream?

Therefore

Childhood, Past lives has less hurtful meaning,
Games are more fun.
Looking out the window is always interesting now.







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