I asked your ways and sat, bemused
As If I could ever remark or accuse
Of some semblance of peace of mind
Although egos do intersect our goal
Inspiring and to say wild was nomenclature
Things to do became just things.
I thought I loved everything given to me
This was a portion of karma I talked about
In notebooks or self debates, but to love
And to know the difference between
Joy and Sorrow, carried me like wings
Upon feet, I understood what a glimpse felt like
It is the half way point mark, with no end.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
As If I could ever remark or accuse
Of some semblance of peace of mind
Although egos do intersect our goal
Inspiring and to say wild was nomenclature
Things to do became just things.
I thought I loved everything given to me
This was a portion of karma I talked about
In notebooks or self debates, but to love
And to know the difference between
Joy and Sorrow, carried me like wings
Upon feet, I understood what a glimpse felt like
It is the half way point mark, with no end.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
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