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Grasping at Straw
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Grasping at Straw |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA 
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Just one moment, one second behind Running a race within my mind Reaching for something pulled away Like a mule for a carrot, a horse for hay. Out of time, out of phaze Running forward toward the haze Reaching into the blurred vision Hoping to catch what remains hidden. Define it? No, I don't think I can I believe its a search for every man. We run our race, we chase our bird We bind our own feet with every word. We chase our ghosts, pursue our peace Like Jason for the Golden Fleece. Where does this race lead us to? Where is the end? What to do? Keep on running, keep reaching toward Our goal and keep moving forward. Even if I never find, The peace I seek for my mind, I know I'll pursue til my day is gone And restless night passes into dawn I'll run my race, pursue it in awe Grasping endlessly for that straw. Chivalry is not dead. I saw it coughing up lung butter last night, but it was still alive. I think it has parvo. |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
I see you're just as impatient as I am Rob... It will come...and when it does... *let it wash over you*  *don't leave us women out of the damn rat race either cutie!!!* ROFL lord knows I've been trained to the maze...  Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA |
I don't leave anyone out...but then I've never BEEN a woman and don't actually intend to try, so therefore this is written from a man's perspective. As for the race, you are hardly a rat, mistress D. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
RSEvans You could win the lottery. Good post enjoyed. |
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