Sum Sh!t I wrote

Dated: 2-6-07

It doesn’t feel right

Walking between rain drops

Cutting a biting wind

I feel like I’m not from here.

I wade through a moat of lies.

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I want to

I need to walk with you

Fill our shoes with sand

Feel your love between my toes

The simple joys, a disdain for others

You can’t rain on our parade

As I walk through the shame

Of rumors held against the wind

Our best still to come.

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I miss those days

As a homeless soul

Controlled by mellow melodies

Soft highs and deep lows

Sweet sighs and tender kisses

Mixed with my rhythmic existence

For instance, when with the flow I would breathe

And soon would see

How long we could go

Oh the seeds that were sown

Only to be left buried in the gravity of reality

I walk between the rain

Wet clouds of melancholy

I turn back the page to

A time where love was new

Sorrows few

And I would walk through shaded night with you

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Little things seem dismissible

Like dreams, we cling to what

We feel but rarely follow our hearts

Or our feel of the world

Fleeting like imagination

The pressure of a dying star

Dimly devours what keeps us bright

Fleeing words right my ship as

I circumvent things both large and small

I possess the where with all to fight

But not the might to do what I feel

-- What’s not in sight

And follow those dreams

That seem to amount to nothing

But combine to complete

The beach of me.

Now, who can tell me what the title is an allusion to?