Living Life My Own Way
I want to go back to the beginning
Design my own life
To live under blue lace clouds
Chase the wind
Sit fishing with no hook
On a slack line
So the fish can swim on
Feeling just fine
Trace patterns in my mind
As clouds roll by
I see Granddads smiling at me
A sleeping bear, best leave that be
Go back to mine
Where the grass is always green
Relish the fact that my design
Has managed to rub out
Fate, misfortune, karma
Hope that the spear of destiny
Like a double-edged sword
Doesn’t come back
To bite my backside…
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