Sunday, February 1, 2015

As A Balloon Passed By

I never had a sense of self.
Never--
saw the horizon line.

Kicked my shoe
through forgiving mud.
Never thinking
maybe...
there could be consequences.

Always jumping
before I thought.
Never
holding back the fray of mind.

I was always a dreamer,
never taught
how to open my eyes.

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