An early stop. - the journey - CycleBlaze

September 26, 2011

An early stop.

Down a bank, on a riverbank, or on a hilltop.

Wherever the day comes to, there's always a spot.

This Monday afternoon, sat under a tree.

Sunday's long day, feeling quite free.

Now feeling, now feeling.

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The tent I've got, cool in the shade.

Night to sleep, countless nights.

Night entombed. Night out in the open.

Night disturbed though, warm sleeping-bag open.

Cold night without, stars and half moon.

Answering nature, still half a snooze.

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Sleep will come again, while I listen contently.

To a tune I love dearly, while battery runs lowly.

Music I've collected, while living life steadily.

Nighttime music, over and over, until sleep takes over.

Pink Floyd songs always seem to keep me going: this one goes: All that you to touch. And all that you see. / All that you taste. All you feel. / All that you love. And all that you hate. / All you distrust. And all you say. / All that you give. And all that you deal. / All that you buy, beg-borrow or steal. / And all you create. And all you destroy. / And all that you do. And all you say. / And all that you eat. And everyone you meet. / And all that you spite. And everyone you fight. / And all that is now. And all that is gone. / And all that's to come. And everything under the sun that you do. / But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
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