February 7, 2013
two heartbeats count each running step

i’ll chase after what i can

and i’ll gladly take whatever i can get

the thieves leave little gold or wine

but i’ll take it ‘cause i take what’s mine

least is lots when there’s nothing more to find

and with these shallow pockets i will climb

with nothing to weigh me down, there’s nothing that’s too high

i will stand upon the Summit, look out to the Sky

and fill my eyes with the Treasure that no glittering gold can buy

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