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Exaspiraspiration
There is this place I love to go.
Some would call it a dream.
I smile and laugh with all who’re there.
No one is ever mean.
It’s not one place I drift off to.
It changes all the time.
One location night and day
Would truly dull the mind.
Exploring the seas
And mountains
And caves.
Flying low
Over high treetops
And skimming across
The waves.
It’s not a delusion
Of grandeur.
Nor a proclamation of emancipation.
It’s really more
Like a form
Of therapeutic anticipation.
It’s not that I hate being here.
I simply aspire to do more.
I have so much to
Share with the world
And places I wish to explore.
Share is the watchword here.
I want something back.
I wish to see
And do
And learn
To gain the things I lack.
But somewhere here along the way
Something’s bogged me down.
I find myself spinning my wheels
And often wearing frowns.
I close my eyes
And off I go
To the place I told you about.
I see it more like a vacation.
Not a desperate way out.
I’m sure one morning I’ll open my eyes
And I’ll be there for real.
Then no more moments of my day
To this journey will I have to steal.
-Jeff Gaines
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