Somewhere between 3rd wind and R.E.M.; I find peace. The footsteps that kiss the pavement; are my own. The miles that silently pass by; are my own. The sweat that stings my eyes and flavors life; are my own. And I will share all this; If... you... can... keep... up.
I often wake from this cyclic dream to neither be heard nor plainly seen Looking for a sunny spot in the glade To soak in life around me; this is how I'm made Learn'd work and equal parts of play Along a soft path; to keep the ruts at bay I carry this leaf with [...]
The trail is clear, skies are clear; Fresh water at every bend. The memories of winters past I hold dear; Scars on my face are allowed to mend. The pass is wide and the view is far; Light shines through the hemlock. Expectations are up to par; I have only myself to mock. The valley [...]