Somewhere near the line you've drawn
I step my foot into the softest sand.
Eyes drawn down, mind wide open,
I step forward onto new ground.
Where will you be taking me today?
And how will I ever get back?
Maybe these are not the questions...
For maybe neither one really matters.
In the end I may not return,
I may desire the soft sand
To the hard cement world
And the hot, flesh melting asphalt.
Maybe here my mind will wander
And give birth to images I never...
Would never have considered before,
Nor would have thought up in dreams.
All I ask of you, my leader,
Is to take my hand and guide me.
Guide me where you feel it is
That I am now due to go.
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Written October 19th, 2005
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I like your poem alot, it is completely different. Awsome job
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Deep, great, expertly wirtten.
Great job. keep up the great work.
SC
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WOW... This is a very deep write!!! It is great!!! You did a great job on this one!!! Keep up the good work!!!
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Beth -
great write!
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