Monday, November 14, 2005

optimistic

Its sunny outside
The mist has cleared
My sweat smells sweet
I miss the moon

I sit up to smile
I'm being optimistic

I see ideas floating about
Some words are missing

Life stands waiting

I'm conscious of my breathing,
I try not to stand in its way
I can sense every limb,
ligament and nerve.

2 Comments:

At 8:57 AM, Blogger . said...

I grow old. I grow old. I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled.
I'm so glad your'e back :)

 
At 10:48 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dude did'nt know you blogged.
Kinda stumbled across your blog...

 

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