The sun on my withers
The wind in my mane
I ran
Running for the prize
that was already mine
Mingled in the mountain mist
was the message
familiar in its foundation
To be the me I am to be
I must study and integrate the me I
was
Was
Am
Are
All the same
re-harmonized....
As the band leader re-shapes the
song
Changing the cadence
or extending the break
this time around
So am I, re-shaped
I am strongly revived
in myself
Running no more for the prize
Running in the freedom of owning
the prize
Penning the next chapter
blending the NOW
and the then
To allow the
When
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