Long Journey Begin
By butch
Alive, these dreams, inside, awake, and begging, to be acknowledged. Just for one moment, the truth, staring, at me. Telling me to relax, hold on, night, soon to give way to day. Worries, replaced by anticipation, eager to be done, forgotten. Gathering, all the memories, before, they too are gone. Trying to repair, the torn past, and, to be aware, of failings. To see me, as I am, accepting, myself. Another day, upon me, it pushes me, out the door. To, all that is real, work, and those I love. Hurrying, to get this, long day over, and return. To begin, another journey, new world, waiting. Again, these dreams, calling to me, beckoning. And, I give myself, to that, which I crave. Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 03:07 PM PST 10 • 0
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