Questions


^
Where’s my journey?

Where am I heading?

^
Can I pretend  to change my mind?

Though, I know it will show.

In logic.  Or In time.

There are times, even,

when they can always tell

about the lies, about wrinkles and lines

in the round of your face.

^

And the wind comes again

under the hairs of my neck

and my spirits come alive

like smoke rising high

How bad do I want it?

Pennington

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