Path

I walk the sharp edge,
Somewhere between reality and the dream
I can see all life stretching before me,
Different plane, ever outside my grasp
Mist of vision, cloud dimmed sky
I reach out, try, want, need
But never to touch,

So I walk……

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 20th, 2008

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