Blown About

January 30, 2014

Blown about in the wind

The storms are strong now

Hoping to find, somehow

Something to tie me down

How is everyone so stable?

Unmoving and confident

Their smiles are always present

Warmly frozen on their faces

Am I the only one

Who's just watching the world go by

And wishing they could keep up

With the gale and the leaves?

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