"From the moment I could talk, I was ordered to listen, now there's a way and I know I have to go." 

-Cat Stevens

gliding so smoothly from right to left,

sometimes i struggle to keep my breath,

a joy so profound it causes a laugh, 

from out of nowhere as i walk down the path,

recalling a moment that won't disappear, 

from inside my mind anytime near

Secret spots***

The Fog

Will fog lift from this sleepy town? 

Strangle and hold, down till we drown.

Eyesores, we need more.

Folks, sad tales are beginning to bore.

Chains, blame, and physical pain,

Struggle, hold on, breathe, and maintain.

I put on my black,

Turn my back,

Glass on glass,

Slip through the crack.

Out here the fear is more instant and near,

Listen intently with eyes that will sear.

Horizon gives way, what’s just out of sight,

Waiting just waiting for time to be right.