Monday, November 22, 2010

Mind, the vagabond

I lie still, on the shore,
Or perhaps I twitch a little,
Just so you know
That I am here
Wave after another,
Lashing against my feet
Cold and wet
As I lie still, beneath the starry skies
Or perhaps I twitch a little
Just so you know
That I am here
Weaving dreams
Recounting tales after tales
Alive and awake
As I lie still, on the burning sand
Or perhaps I twitch a little
Just so you know
That I am here
Chasing the mirage
Tired and sweaty feet
Not a drop to find
As I lie still, beside the mighty woods
Or perhaps I twitch a little
Just so you know
That I am here
Beneath the fallen leaves
Waiting to rise again
For the opportune time
As I lie still, forever
Or perhaps I twitch a little...

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