I come to be a part,
i come to give my heart;
to become one of what was begun millenia ago...
Have any of you seen the feral side of you,
when Life and Death hang in the balance
and you must do what you must do,
if survive alive is what you where to be?
My challenges have always been primal
testing myself, my endurance and my senses
running through the wood with a pebble in my mouth
Racing against the chill, the next hill, the next thrill,
as my mind races to catch my heart
pounding in my chest like grouse on a hollow log...
Could you follow a path for centuries,
a trail barely seen until you drop down
to see leaves moved and branches broken,
to know another beating heart has been?
Now yours quickens as well, for it is the age-old spell
the chase is on and none can tell me
this is not as it ever was...
09-16-10
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