who know's where to look first?
and.. to each his own!!
what we must do, is follow our heart..
while there is still strength to muster
and it is capable of being heard!...
in a dark world of hope stealing bandits
look to the eyes, to see a fool of wonder
in a world teased ..
by winds of ignorance
lust tickles the toes.
you climb higher and higher..
till cloud 9 is just a pit stop..
it may not be uncommon to find one's self
in the pursuit of something real..
a flickering spark within..
herein lies a blossoming truth.
a fire echos through eternity..
it's flames licking, caressing, pounding the walls from within
to be reborn in this moment..
hands chalked up..
approaching the base of an aged range
boulders littered scandalously across the meadow
the body set in motion..
thundering claps break the silence
again and again
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