So lost of late.
Perhaps New York is timely.
Time apart,
reflecting to do.
Resentment mounting,
unhealthy thinking.
Deluge of worries;
Light my way.
You have a plan,
I need not know.
Just guide me there.
Someday, your way.
Monday, March 05, 2007
A story untold
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