Some of those things, in that sky...
I'll tell you.
They don't just pass by.
But that's another time when I...realize.
In the car, or the train, to Chicago...
On the shuttle to the moon.
Always is there that spot or dimension or moment where you will be enlightened.
Enlightened.
To the point of poetry....poetry is always....
Never ending.
It doesn't have to rhyme, or be of perfection for the perfectionists.
Walk the other way, if you think so.
Walk the other way. |
Submission Name: It doesn't have to Rhyme.
