Sunday, December 9, 2012

Grounded


How can I be me when you constantly say
You don't understand how I operate this way

I am the dreamer, with the wonderment of a child. You are the cynic, easily riled

For many years we have been bounded. When neither of us truly well rounded.
The time passes & years have abounded.


But, oh, how my heart longs to be grounded

Pictures: me
Sunday Scribbling word prompt: "grounded"

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4 comments:

  1. Old EggDecember 9, 2012 at 10:51 PM

    Hopefully not with him, you don't sound suited! Great photos.

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    1. TraceyDecember 10, 2012 at 10:03 AM

      Thanks oldegg. Unfortunately I am. Working on not being. Thanks, friend :-)

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  2. AnonymousDecember 11, 2012 at 9:07 AM

    hard times its seems... may you find your true ground x

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  3. Chris ODecember 12, 2012 at 5:35 AM

    Tracey, aren't we supposed to be grounded? Isn't it when we're not grounded we have problems? In any event, I love your photos!! I especially love the one for "the time passes & years have abounded."

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