i dont believe it is the effort of walking
that makes me want to fly
sweating on some
hot dusty road
nothing comes free
and sometimes walking
is my effort of choice
sometimes legs just need stretching
its a cold cruel world
when you cant make choices
im not talking about that
about dodging a reckless car
or hanging onto the mast
after a shipwreck
im talking about who will you find
where you are looking
cause where is surprisingly specific
where determines wholl be there
i mean those of the earth
are found in the city of the road
they roll beside me
trapped in traffic
creatures of the sidewalk
they read books
trying to set their minds loose
upstairs in the library
are anchored to their chairs
littering classrooms with questions
until bells set them free
still to linger outside doorways
grouped by gravity
and on to other questions
but its you who live in the city of the sky
and i want to see you
that makes me want to fly
it is my longing that needs to soar
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7 comments:
nice motional quality to it.. seems to be almost as if you are moving along with your thoughts...
btw just wanted to know... is it possible for lesser mortals to become a part of the blog called spilled to bloodlessness... if so, how?
There's a feeling of soaring and breathlessness to this one. Enjoyed, Russell.
Hi shubhodeep! I'm delighted it gave you that impression. Thanks for the great comment.
On S to B, I'll be happy to check into it for you. I'll let you know as soon as I find out.
Hi Aurora! I'm glad you enjoyed this and thanks for the great comment, sweet lady.
I don't think we we're designed to be hermits, though some do it very well. Got to have words and skin. Well done!!
Just say no to hermitism, Pat! So words and skin it shall be, my friend. Thanks for the great comment.
Thanks Pris for that fine comment!
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