It
By Soul Churner
A train of thought never leaving Searches for a refuge of no end. Happy-go-lucky without hesitation It breathes in and out again. Like a restless soul grown weary, I travel farther than beyond. A place that holds it's future Gathers me in where I belong. I become this one being, The being of me as one Not stressing of future existance, Of something that has not begun. Presently it is I who is speaking. Who gives a damn of what you say? It is I, Who will be open. It is I, Who chooses today. It's all about each encounter; Each life that touches me. Giving hope to a new way of thinking, It's all inspiration to me. This is dedicated to the creator and to the poets who make All Poetry. You are a great inspiration to me. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 19 2001 05:02 PM PST, wendy tyler 0 • 10
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"A train of thought never leaving..."