Take your Bow
All a quiver
Wishing I was somewhere else
Wishing all the while
I was someone else
From bough of yew
I’d taken up my bow
And shot that fiery orb
As it cast no shadow
Saturday, June 13, 2009
All a quiver
Wishing I was somewhere else
Wishing all the while
I was someone else
From bough of yew
I’d taken up my bow
And shot that fiery orb
As it cast no shadow
3 comments:
I can relate with the first part but the next thought is always to stay rooted if I can't be somewhere/someone else. A paradox.. I know.
I see you are still here then.
Still no shadow? How's things?
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