My feet are bare on the dirt
This trail
Looking up through the canopy
All the light coming down
Whats up there
For my time here is limited
Will I have wings
One day
Then these words saying things
I cannot hear them clearly
As I should
Maybe eventually
Just accept them how they
Land
Even when it hurts
From time to time
Living and growing without a care
It seems
As I must’ve at some time
Looked away
Looked around
Moving through the sounds
With an ocean of chances
Sometimes it just hits in the spot it hits
And you roll with it
Out here in the places
Setting down the markers
Truth abundant
Over the lines we imagined
Seeing ourselves
Arms open wide
With the chance to do something new
Not again
Golden eyes over the mountain
Purple truths in the small towns
Trying without knowing
Coming through the place
To see where I couldn’t see
Before
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