Shifting sands

January 8, 2009 at 11:08 pm Leave a comment

Awash in a ocean of information
more words flood my way than I read
more sounds crash over my head than I hear.
Pulling myself on dry land to catch my breath
the sand shifts beneath my feet
tugging my toes toward the edge
until the current pulls and I float back out to sea.

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Times they are a changing Dancing on the ceiling

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