The feeling of being out of place.
Like you don't quite fit.
Like being a goose among swans.
Just missing normal by an inch.
I'm new here.
I'm new at being a swan.
They've been swans their whole life.
While I'm playing catch up.
So, I don't quite fit.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
That's When It Happens
That's when it happens.
When the sunset hits that point.
When the light hits the ridge just right.
When the wind becomes a soft breeze.
When the green grass caresses your toes.
That's when it happens.
That's when this dark world sees a little magic.
When the sunset hits that point.
When the light hits the ridge just right.
When the wind becomes a soft breeze.
When the green grass caresses your toes.
That's when it happens.
That's when this dark world sees a little magic.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
A Dream
We all have dreams.
We all have hope.
I believe they are one in the same.
I hope, I dream.
I can see my dream as clear as day.
I can feel my hope more solid than wood.
I have a hope.
I have a dream.
We all have hope.
I believe they are one in the same.
I hope, I dream.
I can see my dream as clear as day.
I can feel my hope more solid than wood.
I have a hope.
I have a dream.
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