Wednesday, August 15, 2007

SHIFTING SAND

Of here or there,
Of near or far,
Of past or present,
I’ve left my scar.

Of good or bad,
Of fate or chance,
Come love or hate,
I’ve took my stance.

I’ve felt my feelings,
Gave what I could,
Been shorted some,
Both bad and good.

From this point
Where do I stand
On ever changing,
Shifting, sand?

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