2/23/10

let it play

you imagine that you are alive,
and then you show it,
you believe that you exist,
and then you know it;
you turn sharply on your heel,
to those who play to feel,
and your countenance
shows your zeal for being alive,
and you linger not for long,
as your trail betrays your song,
but yet every bump belies,
every sunset that has
filled your skies,
and you thank whomever it is
that you thank for such,
and you go on thankful
for so much, and you just
let it play,
you just let it play,
you just let it play.



February 23, 2010.

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