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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) I awake to find it is raining today. As I sit down to write what shall I say? Sometimes it feels like I’m barking up the wrong tree. The rain keeps on falling and I can hardly see. Sometimes it seems I can’t get out of my way. The fabric of life appears tattered and frayed, I reach out to grab on to all I can get. I can see the top but I’m not there yet. Many times my life feels like a ball in the tide. Drifting out further no matter what I try. Other times it feels like I’m drifting downstream. My life feels much like a perpetual dream… There are times I really don’t know which way to go. The more that I learn seems the less that I know. Life appears like something from a picture show. Life a snowball going downhill, it continues to grow. I try to find sense where there’s none to be found. The past sneaks up on me without making a sound. I’m still on this Journey yet where am I bound? Life flies right by me why are you still around? When I feel hungry and my soul needs to feed Still, I seem to drift much like a tumble weed. Blowing in the wind the leaf falls from the tree. All it really wanted was the chance to be free. So I just start again as I take to the road It is the way that it goes, so I am told. I try to buy back the soul that I sold. Not all that wiser yet another year old.
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