4 June, 2009

Signs

marieb

I change the radio station
looking for a sign
I knock on wood
Let it come organically
Let it come
Forcing trees to bend
When only the wind knows what”s right
Trying to listen to the words
of my favorite song
Thoughts racing
I find comfort somehow
in the simple things
listening to his bath running
capturing the moment
living for right now

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