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A mist is
swirling through my head,
I'm not alive, nor am I dead,
Somewhere between, I am instead,
I walk on air; it's where I tread.
I live a
life you cannot see,
And what I am is what I'll be,
To choose a life that's right for me,
A life that makes me truly free.
I may be
different from the rest,
I may be damned; I may be blessed,
But there is one thing I attest,
I'll live my life; not be depressed.
A restful
life I'll never know,
I'll live above or far below,
I'll live each day and let it flow,
I'll reap the things of which I sow.
And when
I meet Eternity,
It will be with no guarantee,
To Heaven, go, or Hell to flee,
I'll face it all without a plea.
I walk on air, that's where I am,
I live each day the best I can,
The things I do are what I plan,
I'll end the way that I began.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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