25 April 2012

restless

i've got to get going
there's no air here
it's all gone stale
like yesterday's bread
i need something fresh
inexhaustible supply
a new day
a new way
sunrise

this road is familiar
though i've never walked it
i know each pothole
under my wandering feet
around each bend i keep hoping
You will appear
a new vision
a new horizon
dawning

i shoulder my pack again
say each goodbye
wondering if this time
it will be different
if somehow i'll find it
that illusive dream
a new love
a new peace
glory

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