Saturday, June 25, 2011

My Front Porch

I have a magical chair
On my front porch
In which I sit
Every night
And smoke
And stare
And think.

When I sit in my chair
On my front porch
I step into another realm
Deep inner dialogues
Spin my soul
I ponder and question
I challenge my own thinking
And for a moment
Or sometimes hours
I am removed

When I sit in my chair
On my front porch
I see successes and mistakes
I see love
I see heartache
And I watch the story of my life
Be told
Perfectly

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