Thoughts like flocks of birds cloud my mind. I cower in the corner of my consciousness, my mantra keeping them at bay. Other times my brain’s as barren as a polar ice cap.
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I try to squeeze the breath out of each thought.
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Your window’s always open, but your door is always shut. You say you need a change, but you like your same old rut. You say you want your freedom, but your chains you will not cut.
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I hope for the possibility and the ability to find some humility that would lead to tranquility.
John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog - Soaring with God 
These are great; especially #3!
By: Andrea Petras on April 20, 2011
at 3:25 pm