following my dreams is the easiest thing i've ever done.
all i gotta do is get up off my ass and
open the front door
or the back, depending on my mood.
put the dog on a leash, go for a walk
enjoy the night air
watch the tire ruts in the snow, fence posts with little snow hats
the snow covers everything, sticking to my pants and lifting the spirits
because with everything this white, the world
well, it just looks clean, for once
and the people driving by just seem friendlier, for some reason
the little clumps of snow in the river and the way the powder sprays when you kick it with your feet
and life just goes on, it just does
and those that say any different just don't know
and moods change and feelings come and go, but it's what you do that matters
so destroy everything in your quest to find something that is yet pure
tossing your food coloring all over the snow just to convince yourself that there's no white around any more these days, but i still see it
i still see it so let's look for it together
let's look for it together, shall we?
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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