I sit where I used to sit
In the place no one sees
Who knows why I like it
The corner tucked away
I guess hiding's my thing
I have no excuse here
No one else surrounds me
Rock just stares up at me
Wind knows I hesitate
But tree is not timid
If I'm not my true self
Tree is there to tap me
If my heart's not open
Become who I am not
Take time for granted
If I don't cherish all
Thank the water I drink
I sit where I used to sit
4/5/13
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
