Tuesday, July 28, 2009


Moving in silent desperation
Keeping an eye on the Holy Land
A hypothetical destination
Say, who is this walking man?

I have my eye on running but today I walked again. Not just a couple of tentative steps but walking up and down the hall at Floyd Brace.


Oh for sure he's always missing
And something is never quite right
Ah, but who would want to listen to you
Kissing his existence good night


Always missing my right foot, my old friend, but I remember you with honor. We will run, we will fly again.


Well now, would he have wings to fly
Would he be free
Golden wings against the sky
Walking man, walk on by
So long, walking man, so long

- James Taylor "Walking Man"

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