Reach Out

My thoughts all exhausted
My body collapsed
I slip into the woods
To recoup my grip

Like the wee little stream
Trickling through the dark places
I allow myself to fade
A man of many faces

Too lazy for ambition
Let the world fix itself
I have food and water
I will let myself drift

No worry for enlightenment
Let delusion have sway
Hear the drops on my roof
Of sweet rainy day

So here now I will sit
With both legs all stretched out
Till you reach out your hand
And help a friend up…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 13th, 2007


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