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Patrick Gale Poem
today i learned to fly
even without feathers i took to the sky
and i had no way of knowing how to land
i took the leap as some might say
a leap of hope for another day
and that the grass is truly greener on the other side
and that there are places deeper than any man can dive
where creatures still manage to breathe and live lightless
while were up in the sun but don't know what life is
and wondering what we would do with a life
while more and more keep walking on by
slowly at first but tis an avalanche you see
for it quickly starts picking up speed
and memories and jobs and things gone unnoticed
and it hits you one day like a camera into focus
vie vaste my life. but its not too late
clearly by the way you are reading today
theres a chance for you still
a chance to survive
just take the veil off of your eyes
and then only then can you learn to fly
at least thats what they say when you ask them how to do it
if you would have asked me
id say theres nothing to it
Copyright © Patrick Gale | Year Posted 2012
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Patrick Gale Poem
oh im taking all the passages
the cobble stone pathways
take back in time oh
take me to the days
where the ships all sank each other
as the horizon swallowed whole
the ocean and the world was flat
and we were on our own
oh im taking all the passages
the cobble stone pathways
and asking if well ever get back to our old ways
well I've been hearing all about the living and the lost
worries left and right about who's here to stay
and who well toss
toss off on the sidelines well thats what we all deserve
I've written it a thousand times
and sung it with the birds
well well make our nest in the highest of the trees
and look down on each other for throwing away the leaves
the leaves that build our houses and the branches that will sway
as our nests are crumbling we reach out for each other and we say
oh where are all the passages
the cobble stone pathways
take back in time oh
take me to the days
where the ships all sank each other
as the horizon swallowed whole
the ocean and the world was flat
and we were on our own
oh where are all the passages
the cobble stone pathways
were asking if well ever get back to our old ways
oh where are all the passages
the pathways top
when we've been givin' everything and still were giving up
Copyright © Patrick Gale | Year Posted 2012
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Patrick Gale Poem
there is always that day
where I'm down for no reason
whether its the weather or the changing of the seasons
looking down upon the crown of the kings below me
riding high on the horse that I couldn't get to know me
at least not well enough for me to ride up on his back
but sometimes I'd rather stay low and hide out with the rats
for my mind is always stretching
like a tightrope taught and thin
while the walker takes the tightrope puts his foot out and begins
to walk across the line the birds are flying overhead
one look to the golden sky and you could lose the thread
but is it worth the worry to miss the pretty sights
to forget to enjoy happiness for simple fear of heights
the thread it starts to wobble and I jump out from the rope
and I start laughing as I'm falling saying look out below!!!
Copyright © Patrick Gale | Year Posted 2012
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