walk, run ahead, leave the pack;
but look back every once in a while.
we're here. holding a leash of love
tattered as it may be, it holds.

the crosswalks of life are filled
with traffic of love, infatuation,
and filled with potholes of
ignorance and glee shading the gold
to the green of a fool's find.

i would only change the spelling;
as His work is not done. we turn,
curiously, to the Nickledeon channel.

06/08/2011

Posted on 06/08/2011
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