I embrace it, I shelter it
I take on a flight of glee.
I realize and recognize ponds of resistance and happenstance.
Change the nation with just one dance.
My mind grows weak and my body weary
For a travel of my aptitude is not for the dreary.
Come and speak my tongue
come and join my prayer
for some actual joy in something larger.
I once did believe in something special
I once did believe I was something special.
Locked up in a box and torn from limb to limb
The arrow aims at something too thin.
To make the jump across mind's waters
I spread my arms, but yes do faulted.
Shrink in space and time justice allows
For nothing shorter than the nails of owls
they scratch and prowl for my memories to remain -
the essence of my travels on another Terrain.
©2010 EM
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