I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Just get smooth? When we need it the most, we should relax with a sense of confidence and faith. For some, it is when they somehow allow themselves to linger, even ever so deeply, within the halls of dissatisfaction, only to struggle. When we have a goodness to fallback and rely upon, a sense of beautiful and grand success becomes us. In being overwhelmed by life’s genuine salvation, we move forward into the exposure of a beaming tranquility (mostly @ a new job(?) is it?), and a newfound elegance of peaceful transition. (Is it from one job, or part, or task, that any one individual can experience a mere transition of overpowering love, and sunshine, that showers itself unto that very next project. Especially when punching out! Correct?) Today I will do my best to write, yet it may just be a copied work from my book. (Do baby fish like green beans?)

From Book; There was a horse bright orange and tan, a freer soul not known to man, his proud clouds of dust had been seen by few, and only his lips kissed the sweet morning dew, each day to the hilltop he gallantly strode, careful by taking a different road, at dusk other horses would casually seek, to follow him home, just to steal a quick peek, of where just a majestic roan horse hides away, and how he did welcome the start of each day, ’til one day upon that secluded hill, there did ride, a group of young cowboys and an Indian guide, searching for quick ones to harness and cast, into a life of tribute so fast, so quickly they’d harnessed a dozen and three, (so)few could withstand the(ir) fibery grasp, though (all) had been startled by a deep sounding rasp, of a tall man of lightening, and reddish brown hair, (while?) though one horse had gotten away from this mess, with sweet tastes of freedom, and his mother’s caress, he stole into the darkness away from the pack, and as he moved onward, deep into the black, he knew that ” I’m a good horse now, of bright orange and tan, and still a free soul, not known yet to man. (Please forgive the last-minute editing.)

Logs, dogs, and bashful frogs, in sun-blocked skin, and summer togs, that’ll get you close to an older time, with a sweet treat orange, tart lemon or lime, I close it all off, while feeling sublime.