Saturday, December 17, 2011

Travel

Your back is away from the floor boards
My feet are as high as they can possibly be
Hoping for somewhere to go from here
Maybe we will wake up and see

Taking us pass the horizon
Beyond the grass littered fields
I'm taking you on my path
Where you willingly agree to be there forever

Standing in the light dividing the source of it
Changing the darkness for the better
Retaining the light all along
With no knowledge of how this is
Where we might land is for the best

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