Submission

This crooked mind of mine
It just aint right
No way it can be
My thoughts
They are indaquate
Inferior
To yours
I keep them
My thoughts
They are only mine to know
Tucked away
In a dusty card board box
In the corner
Of a shabby dismal house
Forgottten
One day the box may open
Some day
Thats not too far away
But for now
I take on your thoughts as my own
I surrender
I submit

And We Ran

Birch trees stood tall and awestruck

They grew in scattered patches

Sticking out like soar thumbs in that big open field

But I loved them

Birch bark littered the ground

In between the patches of tough yellow grass

And I remember running

That field seemed so vast and open

And Dakota

A massive white and fluffy dog lumbered behind

He followed me everywhere

Sometimes when the grass was tall

All you could see

Was the tip of his great white tail

It bounced up and down as we ran

And oh how we would run

Right into that big open field

When we approached the end

We came to a hilltop

I felt like I was on top of the world

I looked out over the farm lands

The black spotted cows roamed the pastures

Dakota sat by my side

I breathed in the fresh air

It smelted like summer

I fell back to lay in the tall grass

Dakota sat up on his hind legs

And looked out over the pastures

One heartbeat, two, three

I catch my breath and then I’m up again

Running like never before

And Dakota close at my heels