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life is now a pattern
life is blind faith life's been in between the sleep the wake I want to jump off the loop would you jump off with me could we find our own stride again plenty room to breathe a garden sanctuary where we could hide an Eden with a key of our own lock out the ugliness we've found outside as we step away from a world we'd rather leave alone once long ago I'd vowed to leave the earth quietly once long ago I'd vowed to hide in plain sight now I vow to live out loud and more viably let us find our wilderness let us take a risk and leave here tonight flee the city maybe become small-town flee the cement jungles flee the unhappy clowns flee the stores and the bores flee the clutter-some noise flee the fast-shutting doors flee the growing absence of true choice maybe live in a tree live on our own patch of earth live by some water live in the moment and stop the long search and breathe and be free and look and see what's right in front of us contented finally where we land where things work out as if they were planned a cabin a garden a start again a green dream again for you for me we are the butterflies let us stretch our wings. legal copyright for this poem 1:18am PST June 8 2018 and also for this author Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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