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An Old Shack In the Woods
Without warning Without reason Sometimes my visions Return to an old shack in the woods. It's mysteries are unaltered And the unkept years Still number the same. Some of the boards Rest on ones before them The earth is visible Beneath it's structure The support pillows are Still leaning to and fro. I again find myself beneath A large opening One made I believe For the air to flow within. I stretch my legs With all my force To again look inside. But as all the many times before I see nothing For there's nothing to be seen Just the same old worn plank floor Staring up at me again. I visit here often Not knowing where I am For there is no one here And nothing to be seen Expect this old shack and me. How do I get here How far do I have to journey Should I be tired and weary Or feel rested and chrisp. I know not How far I've been I know not of how far I've looked within. Tho many times I've been here Earthly surrounding I see not For my vision is limited Limited to just this old shack and me. Should I feel as tho I were home There is no fear here I feel not as a lost child There is no loneliness I'm in search for no one And I'm here for only a short while. But each time this illusion Brings into memory All my visits of the past. There is no difference There is no change My legs again have became limber From trying to see what's inside.
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