Can you hear the sound of your footprints?
Turn around and try to walk back in them.
Your feet don't fit the print
left in the sand by years of searching.
You don't fit here and you don't fit there.
Do you have to fit?
Stop trying and just be.
The woods will move in and cover you,
no matter what you do.
Surviving is the trick,
in spite of the suffering
that makes you strong.
Sing your song at the top of your lungs.
Find your footprints and follow them.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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