Infected by the power of newness like it was injected into my veins i went into spasms as enthusiasm chomped my bit and pulled at my reigns I jumped over all of the obstacles like there wasn't a fence too high if my inspiration will last the duration theres nothing i will not try I galloped into my field of dreams where it was easy to pretend; like Autumn leaves that fall from the trees beginnings must come to an end.

© lisa
2007-01-17

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