The Long Distance Man
Have you seen the long distance man?
He burns his bridges as fast as he can
What has he seen? Where has he been?
Is he always on the outside looking in?
He can’t look ahead for seeing the past.
He’s had a small part in a very large cast.
The parts he’s played on this life’s stage,
Is just a dot in a book, on a page.
He can’t find a way to heal his soul,
From the wounds and the gaping hole.
He steps off one stage and on to another.
He just longs to join his Father and Mother.
None of his roles are of his choosing.
He tries to eliminate all that’s confusing.
He doesn’t mind the cuts and bruising.
He doesn’t mind losing but how he is losing.
What will he seek? What will he find?
Only more windmills in his mind.
And yet his mind is just a sieve.
He’s certain there is nothing left to give.
The road is too long and trials continue.
He goes on not knowing what to pursue.
He’s in a race that will never be won.
Another mirage, is he just chasing the sun?
How many riders will he chase today?
Will he get dropped? Will the pack get away?
Will the wind be too strong, the hill too long?
Will he miscalculate and just be wrong?
Will his body simply give out and fail?
Will his lungs give up as he tries to inhale?
What part of this rider will finally break?
Is it another task too big to undertake?
He’s too weak and too old to win a race.
He’ll be too big a fool to even save face.
The horizon separates the sun from the sky.
He chases that line and doesn’t know why.
He falters and falls underneath his own load.
But he will not lie down by the side of the road.
He won’t bend. He breaks. He doesn’t give in.
Will the road ever end or just again begin?
God Bless the long distance man.
He burns his bridges as fast as he can.
He tries so hard to cut his losses,
He burns some bridges before he crosses.
What has he seen, and where has he been?
He’ll always be on the outside looking in.
He can’t be with others and he can’t be alone.
Before he’s here, he’s already gone.
The Blue Period
I went into a blue period recently. Actually, I think it's dark blue.
Most of the links below are a little on the dark blue side.
Think nothing of it. There will be a brighter day tomorrow.
Then it will turn black. Thanks! M:*D
If I Could See My Mama Run
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When Love Leaves
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