Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Of Solitude and Re-sets

 
 
There's a place I go to
Where no one knows me
It's not lonely
It's a necessary thing
It's a place I made up
Find out what I'm made of
The nights are stayed up
Counting stars and fighting sleep
 
Let it wash over me
Ready to lose my feet
Take me on to the place where one reviews life's mystery
Steady on down the line
Lose every sense of time
Take it all in and wake up that small part of me
Day to day I'm blind to see
And find how far
To go
 
 
-Catch and Release, Matt Simons -

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