A cycle


In tune with the world,
my spirit sings, flys, soars
It is beautiful beyond belief

In turning of the world
I cannot see the sky
I wander, confused and lost

I am in a box
trapped, held down below
Tone deaf to all

Unable now to fly
but stretching wings anew
I'm ready for the next flight

(c) Mike Dedek 2001 1
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