Back on a Mumford kick again.
And a-swim in a sea of WTFOMGBBQ.
Got a list a mile long, I once wrote.
One mile, or 5,400 doesn't matter.
It's still too far.
Still hold on hope.
Still keep one eye on the prize,
And the other on the horizon,
Waiting for the flash that means
I'm coming home.
God, I don't know which way to turn
My life is rich with opportunity,
Possibility
I have only to reach out and find the strength to close my hand around
One thing
One line
One bright island or another
But instead I trust the wind that moves me and just
Keep spinning.
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