I am floating, I am floating, I am floating
Tip toe across the waters still skin
ripples ripples ripples
My center of balance is all out of whack...
SO, I sit again stumbling over Graceland trying to figure out where and when the last truck stop took me and where I am now. I lost my travel companion months ago, across the t-intersections and stop lights. I wonder where they got off? As if I didn't know. I am sure I should know.
But I lost them! Who am I to go against the wind? Another one to shrug off.
So where to now oh trusty compass? We have gotten lost so many times, or is it lost? Am I just going exactly where I intended?
Hmm. Could just be crazy.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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