When
the routines
of life
shroud my peace
and
cause me
to wander lost…

I long to be
a small fish
in a big pond,

to lose myself
in the
bright spot
of the next road’s
vanishing,
to be born again
in foreign eyes

only then
do I awaken
in remembrance
that happiness
isn’t meant
to be rationed
out like thin,
grey gruel

each day's dawn
is a sweet symphony
and as long
as I hear the music
my dreams
will have to die
another day.

~ Eric Vance Walton ~

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