Simple minds... Simple pleasures...

Lead me on through where I go,
I cross the path I've come to know.

To each his own a special breed,
the more I want the more I need.

The campfire amber bent and twisted,
consumes the fears that once existed

Listen: Listen: you can hear,
a fallen tree is somewhere near.

The northwoods's call my spirit sings.
the harmony that up there brings.
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I pass through another year.
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The seasons come the seasons go.
I must return I'm sure you know.

I like my life it's nice but still,
at times it simply makes me ill.

When concrete glass and phones collide,
I think to where my soul can hide.

A single spark ignites dry wood.
I'd live here if I only could.

For here's the place for me to be.
Not close but near and dear to me.

So soon to pass the time again.
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Posted by db on October 22, 2000 at 03:37