by Michael Granucci

Created on: April 25, 2008

Now through the motions
stepping lightly ahead of time
Trying hard to remember
how far I must climb

It's early on the trail
the direction is now
No need to know why
while remembering how

Now I'm pleased to accept
without even a sound
That the Gods and the Goddess
brought me to this town

Yet I can't help but wonder
you know when I'm down
Just why that the path
makes itself hard to be found

Then she drifts through my mind
like the breeze from a fan
My spirit becomes stimulated
for the new task at hand

These changes bring me peace
while I'm tripping through time
For it's fun to remember
that it's all in my mind.

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