A field of wild daisies
under a perfect blue sky,
interrupted only by contrails
that remind me of the
adventures yet to come.
But I'm still here,
and maybe that's okay...
Maybe someday I'll just know
and it will be time to move on;
to chase contrails into
the wild blue yonder...
With memories of my
right now floating on the wind
somewhere in my soul
like a butterfly in May.
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