Out in the cold where I belong
Summers heat and winter's frost
Rain pouring and lightening flashes
Wind gusts that blow my breath away
Do I belong in a world of comfort?
Do I belong in a world content?
When will I know that my time has come?
When everything around me is wunder and joy
When everything in life is pleasant and high
Where will I go when all wunder ceases?
What will I do when the world stops turning?
Thrown outside the lines of the picture
Drawn outside the peace of family and trust
Blow wind blow and drag me out to where I belong
Outside the lines.
M. Pinnell
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