Echoes in the hollow
Of a dreamers concern
Ring in the desert
In search of the prize

But birds in the trees
They sing for free
Fearing no comment
A bit unlike me

No gnawing gripe
Afflicts their soul
True to there self
No foolish proud hold

So give me your worst
I take it courteously
I don’t care for plaudits
I have to be free

07/25/2002

Posted on 07/24/2002
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