slumbering dragons belch decades of clouds
into the tumbling blue sea sky,
mirrors are the inevetable way of the world.
grand dreams could be nothing more
than a way out,
in,
around.
try as we might, there comes days when the reality sets in.
the moon is the sun.
this land is me.
i am this land.
the sea must try to drink me,
and i will always want to run. run. run.
i am, after all is said and done, a failed sprinter...