Honesty sits like the carriage
swinging gently side to side,
hanging beneath a hot air balloon.
Only this balloon is alive,
and pumping with hot blood.
An honest person at the controls
will skip sleep to pull that cord
all the night through to get his
carriage over the steep mountains.
At the same time, an honest person
would admit they had met their limit,
and find a quiet beach to land upon.
For a good while each resting place
is temporary, because who knows
what’s over the next hill?
Perhaps one day you will find your
perfect place to rest and settle.
Until then, keep an honest heart
to carry you, and perhaps a passenger
or two, gently over the Everest
that may prove to be the last.
Until finally, you crest over and down
into the bountiful warm windward
side of the towering sleeping giants.
But maybe you’re an explorer
and you’ll just keep going,
and that’s not a bad idea at all.
Nice daydreamy piece
Nice daydreamy piece
My Secret River
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We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.