June 28, 2011

Random Thoughts

I yearn for the pulse-racing excitement you feel when you first meet,
The infinite feeling of driving with the windows down,
The humbling experience of standing with water crashing on your feet,
The hunger for the stage, the lights, the penetrating sounds.

I feel it lingering there, my purpose, my calling, if you will,
Fading in and out of my life and mocking me as it disappears,
I'm finally back in touch with these feelings that I feel,
But something has changed, and I blame it on the years.

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