I know Im stabbing
Taking a chance in the dark
Especially without understanding....
it all
Like fresh air
crisp and clean
"fresh" Air
Found only in that valley
I can't explain the temperture
I cant explain the layers of clothes
Garments that we have to wear
To take them off
In peices
"shed" our skin
Why cant' we swim in the shallows?
Why must I dive straight into the deep
It feels like nothings underneath me
But who will catch me?
Then?
Who will teach me?
Does it ever make you wonder
Just what is being said
Sunday, November 23, 2008
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