Song- Freebird

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Sunday morning found me by the ocean
counting promises and dreams
I don't know how many of them
I have lost or broken
Most all of them it seems
Take a swing at me and you will be
hard pressed to find
a place that ain't already
black and blue
So throw another boulder
on these sloping shoulders see if
I can find a way to make it through

But it won't get me down
I've got wings, can't you see
No I won't turn around
That ain't me

Another lonely mile from home I wander
dusty feet and conscience clean
It seems no matter how the clouds may gather in the distance
it can't be as bad as where I've been

So it won't get me down
I've got wings, can't you see
No I won't turn around
That ain't me

Lord knows I'm a rolling stone
marching to a different drum
and Lord knows that I may die alone
but I know that I'll be ready to go home

So it won't get me down
I've got wings, can't you see
No I won't turn around
That ain't me

So it won't get me down
I've got wings, can't you see
No I won't turn around
That ain't me
That ain't me
That ain't me

Sunday morning found me by the ocean...

Unspoken

I wish that you would see me
sitting off beside myself
and walk over to say "Hello"
or "How are you?" or something else.
I wish that you would be the one
instead of him or her or them
who comes along when I go walking
in the sunset-colored sand.
I wish that you would leave me notes
(it doesn't have to be a letter)
just to let me know you noticed
make me feel somehow I matter.
I wish that you'd give me a chance
to make you laugh or smile or grin
and work to somehow earn the look
given to one who's more than 'friends'.

Driftwood (Ex-pat)

I have been weathered for far too long.
Tossed about, worn down
chipped away
shaped.
I have absorbed too much.
Early on
in the warm days of youth
I stood
basking in bright rays
before being taken by the mighty
cold
unfeeling sea.
I don't remember much about the middle part.
Some days were calm, flat;
others were black, wild.
What matters
is that now, I sit curing
as a tourist
or ex-pat (as it were)
in bright rays once again.

Oleai (To Gulls)

I can be found
where the surf and the shore
get together for lunch
in the poor part of town
at a little cafe or bar on the corner
discussing their guests
and the rest of the day.

And I can be heard
swapping jokes with the night
playing poker with stars
telling tall-tales to gulls
we send up a pray'r
and prepare for the morning
that breaks over Topachau
East of our fire.

**

I feel like this isn't done, may add more later.

Quest

I follow a scent.
Nose to the ground
pawing at clues
get distracted
...something smells like...

I dunno, something more exciting

What was I chasi-
Oh, there it is again.

keeps popping up
hooking me
there's
so
many
leads!

I faintly remember
the reasons for my quest.
For some reason, it is important.
More important than
...well, than anything else.

But oh!

The world is a tantalizing
frustrating
disappointing
red place.