in a space..
where it all began..
left here and there without a trace..
of people places and names without faces..
oh how strange it's been..
where will it be..
that the next prevailing wind will blow me..
here and there and back to square one again..
falling over myself and just plain
trying to catch up..
with all those old feelings again..
mixing pleasure with pain..
"Please sir can you direct me to the next
life from here..I've seemed to miss my
connecting flight..oh dear.."
in a space..
in all it's forms..
simple yet complex..
always on the stop and go..
transitional traditional and always out of fashion..
~~the end
By Rick Weber
January 8, 2014
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