Everyday is like a winding path
comming to the conclusions and doing the math...

Speculations and conversations about our reservations
with all these indentations from all our resignations.

Embracing the sunhine in the glimpse of her smile
while with my heart I try to reconsile.
Warmth of her breath invading my confusion
Wiping away my past dellusions.

New found faith and glory, the beginning of a new story
for without the guts there can never be any glory...

New found and lost abound, floating above the ground
without a sound in the land of the lost and profound.

Sneaking between the lines of obscurity and popularity
This life long search for some clarity in my search for me.

03/07/2003

Author's Note: I did this at work after watching a great sunset in the mountains...

Posted on 03/08/2003
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