If I had hit the lottery I would have left last night. A credit card is all I need For getting out of sight.
The road's gray ribbon disappears Luring me ahead. A spark of white among the trees Beckons me come rest. The peaceful green will have to wait 'til I roam no more. The siren's song of sights unseen Keeps me on the road.
The Realist knows platonic Is all that it can be. The Dreamer wants romance To fit the fantasy. In his heart The Dreamer knows The Realist is right. But the fantasy is strong In the loneliness of night.
I do not fear the winds that blow My roots are deep and strong I can sway within the wind While you sing your song I do not fear what haunts your soul Or makes you care so much I've felt the kindness of that soul And seen your gentle touch I do not fear … Continue reading The Storm
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