The Process, by Jonathan Corr Subscribe to rss feed for Jonathan Corr

Float around in your mothers womb
Float through the air finding comfort in a towel.
Crawl among present legs
Crawl towards the one you need.
Walk with helping hands
Walk to and from your education.
Run to reach life's goals
Run after the one you desire.
Stubble into retirement
Stubble upon your own grave.
Float one last time
Float above the new floater.
Posted: 2011-06-30 02:11:25 UTC

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2011-08-13 11:22:01Natural_beauty_Ashe
very interesting i like it :)