Is That Something In Your Eye
Met myself a coming from a time I left some years ago.
I didn’t speak to me, just smiled to myself as we passed.
I knew from my face the best way to go was easy and slow.
. . . The cotton field is searing my body, yet the pain won’t last.
I saw me meet the forest, where I became lost in its darkness.
I didn’t step back to ask, as I knew that I was serious.
The feeling had me, as it did me, leaving its emptiness.
. . . Who will take me to the mountain, where I won’t be curious?
The river in the distance cried out to me, with its cold black eyes.
So, I eased my way through the fields of wheat and clover.
Then I heard them, like I always heard, we both felt its cries.
. . . I entered the river, like I met the forest, and finally it’s over.
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