Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Finely Out of Focus

I see the sun
on the far horizon
I greet the ground
beneath my feet
I carry my memories
they taste hard and sweet

I don't know where
my road will take me
all I carry is what I've learned
life's prizes don't come free

glimpses of his love
that spurs me on
I seize the moment
before it's gone

life's travels can be a mystery
but what is clear is what's before me
the future finely out of focus
only time will tell what it will be

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