Your expectations are high walls
I once tried to climb
But now my knees don't bend as well,
My rope is frayed and my grappling hook has lost it's point
The climb is no longer a challenge
Your walls is not for climbing
They are your boundaries and my path goes past them.
To where there are unguarded meadows
Inviting me to sit
Inviting me.
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Neil McKay
November 11, 2014
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I could do this better
And I might.