Written in February 1983.
I am trapped
within this cage.
I can’t see or feel
the cage, but
I sense its presence.
Is it me?
Is it my peers?
Is it life?
Why can’t I fly?
I want to be free!
But how can one escape
from something unseen,
and untouchable?
How can one be free
from a nothingness?
I am truly trapped
within this cage.
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Every morning I take a walk around town or along the beach for 40-60 minutes. I always take my camera with me just in case I see something I’d like to share with others or use as inspiration. This morning, while walking back home from a workout at a local Curves, I took this picture…
On Saturday, I heard a self-made millionaire speak. He talked about life being filled with choices and how you move toward your goal by always making the choices that lead you there. That’s what inspired this week’s haiku. Choices fill your life The moment of truth is here Which road will you take? Originally posted…
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