Still like before-
something unseen or heard
Real all the same
Is there a difference
I am still here.
Ride before the sun comes
passing out of the black,
to the gray, to blue then light.
How long might I stay,
time taken seems- lost,
I am still here.
If there was anything-
More to me- then can be seen-
Might I then have
filled my time, days, nights-
touching stars deep in Space
Working dreams to be mine.
Still I am here-
Falling, is flying to the end.
Crashing is landing,
on a very bad day.
Is there a difference-
I am still here.
Jere 2006.
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