Learning how to swim

Walking down memory lane

I start to jog…

Rushing through thoughts

Letting my mind spill

It’s beautiful secrets…

My legs couldn’t hold…

My hands gripped forward as I sat driving through fiery meadows

Feeling ever so lively…

How do we hold on while on the highway to personal hell?

No one can tell how a mental fortess becomes a personal temple…

Keeping personal tempo as I let the car grow wings…

Soaring through the dreamiest skies…

Gliding possibilities…

Positives and negatives do their best to balance life…

Good and Bad/More complicated than that…

Gray meets world/World meets personality,

It’s always nice to meet new,

Few become many,

More fish in the sea…

The soul is the counselor…

The mind doesn’t always need to guide…

Not as simple as a car,

But I am the one who drives.

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