We slowly drift into our minds, we
lose our self and try to find. We
try to find the thing we want, we try
to decide what is what. Our mind makes
us drift away. I play the song in my
mind i'm on the stage and ready to kick
it live.
Even if one so blind, could live in his mind,
he could live his life in his sleep, playing golf
on his own Field with his rules. Our mind makes us drift
away to would only some know today...
Author notes
For a contest woot! I thought this was good after going over it a couple of times.
A contest entry
- Quickie - Picture For Your Pens #5 by Ryno.
300 points, ended July 22, 2007, 14 entries
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I loved this one too.. the original idea "of playing golf in our own feilds" was great... the wording of loosing ourselves. Loved it... nice ideas in this piece and very insightful. Thanks for the entry.
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very very true. i admire it.
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