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| The Battle of Art and Ideas
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Times are as they are
and changing.
But, the old day
lingers in my mind.
Feeling like tomorrow
might never come.
Some work not done.
Undone by not doing.
I remember the old days.
Stone cold days.
Death of an idea
due to self-consciousness.
I am glad to now refrain
from worry.
I plunge in.
Take over.
Submerge and emerge, triumphant.
The battle of art and ideas
plays out in my mind.
I plan my moves
by thinking about past tasks.
My belief in myself becomes my armour.
I fight my ideas
and I fight my foes.
I come out a gory mess on ocassion.
My coffee consumption is sustenance.
The battle goes well
and I play again.
I must make a leap and believe in it.
I must trust.
I feel the ancient inside myself
and believe.
Lydia Workman
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Posted by lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 11:21:52 | Rating: | Views: 88
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