Feed your soul from the soil of this earth. Every one moves when i stand as one, I am of nature when the wind blows I wish to blow with it, when the sun goes I wish to go with it. I fear failure daily. when I reach as far as I can there will always be a man standing taller then I. All my effort all my sacrifices will all die in vain. My ambition was fire to a candle now the wick is near its end. The stress to be the wind blowing my hopes and dream out far in the vast ocean. I am water with out a current, with out a breeze to move my oceanic air.
I will move fourth with the wind, I will follow the sun.
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And I will continue to dream the impossible dream.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your inspiring words, Casey. I love your work; you are the poet-laureate of my life.