Wednesday, August 26, 2009

once more to the lake

dancing around in nothing but a smile

the wind whipped against me

the climb is too high

at times it’s too low

but I move on

letting the world

see the nothing

that seems to best me

each and

every time

what will it be like

at the end

a smile

a rainbow

a scented breeze

pulling me back to something less


or maybe pulling me


to something more


in the end

its just checkered flags

and racing stripes

but the smile

is all

I intend to 


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