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

complex

or maybe pulling me

back

to something more

sinister

in the end

its just checkered flags

and racing stripes

but the smile

is all

I intend to 

need

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