17 October 2011

over the world

I watched a world float by
tethered to my soul
wherever I went
was beyond my control

On the mountains I 've seen
little passages through
where the herds would all rush
from point one to point two

Little specks of a little life
mere colors on the floor
that once were there
but are here no more

I've long given up
severing this bond
lest I should I fall
into a muddy murky pond

why wish for something I do not have,
why wish for something more

with all the treasures in my life
I shall never think I'm poor

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