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The Lake of Possibility

By walkersway

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Gazing out across the frozen lake listening  to the guggrle of the manmade fountain. I reflect and huddle deep in my cotton sweater. So here I am. Life experience in my mind And an empty horizon I still fee some of my Childhood angst and anxiety But now they are overshadowed by a feeling of peace and tranquility. Sure I have to pay the bills Sure I have to work Sure I must eat Sure I must die But for now I am Happy with the way things are… Gazing out across the frozen lake.I wrote this at my cottage, after a long and harrowing month, to remind myself that things aren't always as bad as they seem. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 05:04 AM PST   0 • 12

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