The Jungle
In a long tall shadow
Here I stand
Waiting for these roads to clear
I tread so slowly
Clearing through
Along the way.
Walking tall
Only in spirit
Here I am
Don't you see me?
Hearing only what I must.
Inching slowly
Open wide
Thoughts of dis-ease
Fading stride.
Going over
Here we go
Looking forward
Take it slow.
12-27-09
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