The Way I Feel

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The Way I Feel

somedays I feel as though i'm on an island out on the ocean
with surf with turf is my favorite potion the sand permeates
my inner senses to withstand the test of each storm coming in
the wild pigs in my crest hide away from the sound into darkened solitude
each step I take I must clearly confess that all of life is but a test
for then I exist as a vapor then I  am no more

hauntingly reminded that time goes by so very fast
climb to the other side to sea the rocs on the clifts
dashing rainbow after each storm,
conclaves of caves in the midst
each palm tree had a coconut on them
at night I had a vested habitation away from any predators that may try to inhabit

other days I'm as calm as a cucumber relished as if a pickle
had a friend once who want to dig a whole in the ground so he could *** mother nature
the mind is a terrible thing to waste when you get a taste of its magic ever flowing always knowing...