Speaking of Plans

When I do walk alone in my world of reason

Often the answers remain even afterward.

While I’ve again forgotten what it was before

The rains came that I had begun to imagine.

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I will listen to music, the riffs, the intonations

Drive my quiet spirit to seek new inspiration

And the clouds begin to gather surreal above

Indicating slow notions of managing life depart

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I would if I may recall a summer’s day

When in the afternoon light I could pray

Alone without interruption, my special time

With everlasting hope and freedom of mind

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Decide upon a path and take the risks to remain

Guided by your passions, your desires, your labors

For we are all guilty of soft and centered pressures

We can only hope that our lives remain free again

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While the worries of the world around us continue

To suggest our choices, our plans deserve a new venue

4 responses to “Speaking of Plans”

  1. This one’s really nice, Thom.

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      1. Actually, it could be re-worked into a sonnet, was just playing around before falling asleep last night. 🙂

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    1. thanks, not really quite sure where I was going here … 🙂

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