Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Scarborough Fair
Simon and Garfunckle sing it best. Old folk lore, a song that know one knows the origination of. Possible, yet impossible. Not there, yet there. What does the future hold.....
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