I'm Going!A Poem by DANGERMagazines and books, oh, the things people wrote. Cutting up pages to make better sentences; I am on the map! But where?! I don't know, And every direction has too lengthy of distances. I hurry up to catch and see all the outside sights and scenes, Running down all the flights of stairs of wood, Scurrying on top all the outdoors floors to be with everything. Better be there right now for my own good. Walking forward, each step counts, takes its own credit. If I want more, I'll have to reach up or down... get it. Mad fury if I slip just a little, underground or in the middle. If I'm walking around, I may get a better grip of a bit. Downward spiral awareness is complete, Just need to grab for the bar of the slinky. Looking down into a pond of a dream, there's a little of me, the trees, and the sky, a little of the blurry of its own, its insides. First to step on a train of sounds and feelings, the last, I feel, to get off of it. It's a crowded way to go, but I've no sheathings. Taking me far, but last on the list. Oh no, what is today? Let's look at the weather. Fear is in a cold embrace, so lights are the feathers. Not too hot and not too cold, On the clouds of heart and gold. On this flight, I do have a place to sit. How nice. But where it goes, oh no, I still don't think I'll fit. © 2015 DANGERReviews
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1 Review Added on May 11, 2015 Last Updated on May 11, 2015 AuthorDANGERWAAboutI want to be more active, not just on this site or the internet itself. I want to listen to other people, but I also want to be heard. I don't have any friends, but don't dismiss that as not being adv.. more..Writing
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