Endorphins swimming, pent-up,
swelling.
Building.
A chemical imbalance is formed,
crippling.
Disabling.
Threatening an all empowering,
contentment consuming,
gleeful state of consciousness.
10/19/10
10/4/10
Need
A man sits on a bench
no shoes and no teeth
not a penny to his name
but a smile on his face
dimples ever deepening
swallowing frightened freckles
that laugh at the white gray beard
rolling down the street
"I don't want anything at all if anything at all is more than I need,"
says the man on the bench with no shoes and a beard.
Your mindset little bird
is smaller than most
so open your eyes
big as they'll go, look
past the cold morning dew
and the evening telle wire
and remind me why worry
doesn't even come close
"I don't want all the answers if all the answers, I don't need,"
says the bird on the wire with no cares and no fears.
Wide eyed girl riding the train
a single bag at her feet
confident, to say the least
no direction and no aim
only scars of old nostalgia
fabled flight, a fight to beat
dance on then wide eyed girl
through wind, fire, sleet or rain
"I don't want a road map if a road map won't let You lead"
says the girl on the train with one bag and old scars
and a God to fill her need.
no shoes and no teeth
not a penny to his name
but a smile on his face
dimples ever deepening
swallowing frightened freckles
that laugh at the white gray beard
rolling down the street
"I don't want anything at all if anything at all is more than I need,"
says the man on the bench with no shoes and a beard.
Your mindset little bird
is smaller than most
so open your eyes
big as they'll go, look
past the cold morning dew
and the evening telle wire
and remind me why worry
doesn't even come close
"I don't want all the answers if all the answers, I don't need,"
says the bird on the wire with no cares and no fears.
Wide eyed girl riding the train
a single bag at her feet
confident, to say the least
no direction and no aim
only scars of old nostalgia
fabled flight, a fight to beat
dance on then wide eyed girl
through wind, fire, sleet or rain
"I don't want a road map if a road map won't let You lead"
says the girl on the train with one bag and old scars
and a God to fill her need.
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