Good-bye for now.
chadwick
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It has began again, back to how it used to be.
For me, my task is consuming endless weary lines.
Highways hold these worn footprints, scattered among directions.
Four seasons twist skies which are my companions.
Only rising suns, my eyes, melt a mountain canyon together beautifully.
What day is it, I'll ask this fire god?
In responce, I will never know, repeating question to my moon.
2:00am downtown 3500 miles from my own.
2:04am only shadows stagger across sidewalks of the victims addicted
to the plague.
Onto yet another path into another biway, off-ramp/onramp, exit here.
Weeks turn into one long day.
Maybe I'll I forgot where I am?
I just wanna go home.
I just wanna go home and stop the world I am in.
I just wanna stop myself but I can not.
I just wanna live and love.
For just one wish, I wish I.
I wish I.
I will be back sometime.
I know I am headin to Montana, where else is a mystery.
Montana seems to want some plants.
I will miss you all.
Enjoy, be safe.
For me, my task is consuming endless weary lines.
Highways hold these worn footprints, scattered among directions.
Four seasons twist skies which are my companions.
Only rising suns, my eyes, melt a mountain canyon together beautifully.
What day is it, I'll ask this fire god?
In responce, I will never know, repeating question to my moon.
2:00am downtown 3500 miles from my own.
2:04am only shadows stagger across sidewalks of the victims addicted
to the plague.
Onto yet another path into another biway, off-ramp/onramp, exit here.
Weeks turn into one long day.
Maybe I'll I forgot where I am?
I just wanna go home.
I just wanna go home and stop the world I am in.
I just wanna stop myself but I can not.
I just wanna live and love.
For just one wish, I wish I.
I wish I.
I will be back sometime.
I know I am headin to Montana, where else is a mystery.
Montana seems to want some plants.
I will miss you all.
Enjoy, be safe.
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Beutiful piece, but
Are you really moving to Montana?
So subtly is the fume of life designed
to clarify the pulse and cloud the mind
and leave us once again, undone.. possessed.
...
Be yourself- those who mind dont matter
and those who matter dont mind.
That was a short trip.
No, not moving to Montana.
Just pass thru it and others.
Back in the saddle again.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce