Cherished plagiarism.
When you find yourself
in some far off place
and it causes you
to rethink somethings
You start to sense
that slowly you're becoming
someone new..
And then you find yourself
When you make new friends
And a brand new tent
And you start thinking about settling down
The things that would have been lost on you
And now clear as a bell
And you find yourself
That's when you find yourself.
When you go through life
so sure of where you're headed
And you wind up lost
And that's the best thing that could
have happened
For sometimes when
you lose your way
it's really just this way
'cause you find yourself
that's when you find yourself...
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I simply love this piece... have no rhyme or reason to put it down here on this nice, sunny day. I do subscribe to the truth hereof... maybe I wanted to remind myself of a relaxed ride on an Arizona road... with clear skies above one's head and the distant tunes of an inebriated country singer...
Or maybe I miss the spiritual aura of a land ... a certain piece of spell-binding land...
Or maybe, I'm just thrilled to be able to write after ages !:)
in some far off place
and it causes you
to rethink somethings
You start to sense
that slowly you're becoming
someone new..
And then you find yourself
When you make new friends
And a brand new tent
And you start thinking about settling down
The things that would have been lost on you
And now clear as a bell
And you find yourself
That's when you find yourself.
When you go through life
so sure of where you're headed
And you wind up lost
And that's the best thing that could
have happened
For sometimes when
you lose your way
it's really just this way
'cause you find yourself
that's when you find yourself...
------------------------------------
I simply love this piece... have no rhyme or reason to put it down here on this nice, sunny day. I do subscribe to the truth hereof... maybe I wanted to remind myself of a relaxed ride on an Arizona road... with clear skies above one's head and the distant tunes of an inebriated country singer...
Or maybe I miss the spiritual aura of a land ... a certain piece of spell-binding land...
Or maybe, I'm just thrilled to be able to write after ages !:)
Labels: Liberation.
1 Comments:
Beautiful piece, indeed... so true.
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