Where Have I Arrived

Once cast out, have I gained a little favor
I won’t be proud now, I’ll stay humble
All the tiny little moments of joy I savor
Down the rabbit hole do I now tumble
Hoping the fantasy land won’t crumble

Yes unicorns, ferries, maybe a leprechaun
This mythical land of play without pain
A splendid spot for some feverous fun
Quite an experience that I seek to gain
Whatever little I have of trust I will train

Seize the moment live in the here and now
Forget about yesterday the past wont change
The only problem is it seems I don’t know how
To move on for me often seems so very strange
A collection of random thoughts I now arrange

One more travel I begin to the land of hope
Traveling light only drifting through the space
Here I do not think I will be allowed to mope
Of self pity I cannot show even a single trace
I take of my running shoes for this is no race

There may be some long jumping only of trust
To refuse that, is to abandon humanity for good
Wind that had blown hard simmers to a tiny gust
At the entrance for so long I waited like a hood
Finally have some of my words been understood
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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November 27, 2013 at 12:14 AM
Hi Wayland,, Thank you for spreading and sharing your kindness. You know me I’ will always enjoy stopping by with love and support, no matter if I do not Understand what I am reading at times. I am very grateful and thankful to all who have been supportive of me one way or another. Your heartfelt words are the main attraction of who you are… Thanks for your inspiring visit. ----- Happy Thanksgiving ~ LINDA
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November 30, 2013 at 7:55 PM
When re-reading this, or actually reading this, I wasn't sure what I was reading lol. I guess I was really off track, I mean really of track, because I didn't remember writing some of these lines, but I can see where I was going and ultimately the title reveals all. I was lost and didn't know how I had gotten more lost. Thanks for your support always.
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