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Autopilot

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All systems go

Buzzing, fuzzy

My legs are walking

My mouth is talking

But I am on autopilot

Numbed and knocked out

By something bigger

Than what we had

Maybe I’ll go

Dazed and drowning

My eyes are burning

My heart is yearning

But I am on autopilot

Snowed and sloughed off

By something bigger

Than what I thought we had

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3 responses »

  1. At times,
    when
    the garlands
    have gone
    where
    tundras stand
    bland,
    we must stop,
    then drop
    with
    latent
    delight,
    and
    swelled
    where felled,
    make our
    bed with
    snow angels…

    Expect to see it in your next pic, dear…

    😉 Eric

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  2. Thank you for this lovely response. At the moment I am in warmer climate,but when I get home to the snow, I may have to consider the snow angel, which I’m sure will lead to an interesting post. Thanks for inspiring me. 🙂

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