Ahh, To pack it all up
And just go and leave,
Trade this nothing for everything today!
Or will I be trading everything I am,
For nothing of value this way?
To run from this nowhere
To everywhere,
Present, put behind and be gone!
Or will I be leaving everywhere,
For nowhere that I belong
Where is thought
Without intuitions guide,
And born instinct
Not knowing its way?
How do we know if it’s here we belong,
Continue searching or contently stay
Is it temptatious lust that pulls us there?
An argument can be exchanged
Or a Temporary insanity, where tomorrow,
I won’t want a change
For now I’ll let the evening pass,
Let Intuition, Instinct rest
They have been my dearest friends
In life, my very best
I trust tomorrow they’ll be back
With answers by my side
Hasty thoughts of a this runaway,
Temporarily denied
The Starting End 
beautiful write. So true of life….
Melanie’bd
http://beloved76.blogspot.com
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Thank you, Melanie…from one dreamer to the next. I will visit your blog in the morning 🙂 sleep time in the midst of Europe…was past it!
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i added to you on G+, no idea how to follow your blog
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found the email follow…good stuff you have there 🙂
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I’m sure they will be back and will come at ease after your vacation 😉
Lovely poem
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YES, Lex. 😀 You are intuitive 😉
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Yes, Heather, it is a fantasy that comes to all of us from time to time: such a simple solution to today’s nagging people or problems – just to slip away into the night and begin again in some other place . . . I know that feeling . . . Thanks for sharing your shadow with us . . .
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Your welcome, Peter. I am glad you understand me so well 🙂 “My shadow is your shadow”!
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Wow. Ha Ha ha! Needs a little more meat at the end, but otherwise another great poem by the World’s greatest living Poet H. Rheingold.
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Is this a how overboard can we go comment? Glad you liked it although “thin”.
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Oh I DO love, love, love this!
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Then you must have wanted to runaway too once 😉 Hugs Star 🙂
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More than once, dear friend, more than once. Lots of hugs back to you!
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