Juggling Fire

   Walking, just walking, a thousand moonlit miles…The watching forest, and the winding road, share my private smiles,

   I am not rolling, I have no wheels, but I do have mental wings…Flying above the daily cares, and the hope of impossible things,

   Relearning the art of being alone, is kinda like juggling fire…Trying not to get burned by wayward thoughts, of your secret desire,

   Further away from the light of town, with each heavy step…Guess there is some sort of trick to this, and I just haven’t learned it yet.

  

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