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:
I grow old. I grow old. I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled.
I'm so glad your'e back :)
Dude did'nt know you blogged.
Kinda stumbled across your blog...
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