Ticket 2 Ride

Putting it out there

Hoping it gets returned

In life I’ve learned

You don’t always get burned

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I listen to the wind

It speaks in hushed tones

Words of encouragement

Over the trees’ lonesome groans

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It’s one of those washed-out days

Dreams faded like my jeans

Rain-soaked, the sun on the run

Then weariness intervenes

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I notice the road has two ends

One is a hill, the other dale

The future or the past

There’s no chalice or holy grail

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My body becomes a sundial

These feet await direction

Stymied by indecision

Searching for perfection

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Minutes, hours, then years

Fall like crispy, brown leaves

Raked, bagged and trucked away

A new journey, nature retrieves

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I am everywhere

Of the earth and sky

Nowhere you can touch me

No need for goodbye