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Renegade

Renegade

My feet are blistered, callused, bruised, and just wore out

I follow the clouds in the sky, and when they disappear, so do I

My life is a journey, I find my way, through lost waste, the trash cans filled

Nothing more, nothing less, just keep on going, round, and round

I see life as it is, not what it could be, free to come and go, not knowing

What's ahead, what path is leading, greater days ahead, I just keep flying

One day, I will say to myself, this has been great, the greatest thing in life

Just a renegade like me, taking it all in, running free

A naked heart, a naked world, loving life, just riding the rails of time

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John leroy Maxwell

How long is a mile?

We know the distance to the Sun,

and the size of the Earth

But no one's ever told us in which direction

to take, to find ourselves.

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Nancy Mcgowin

Well, a mile can be two steps or one if that is what you feel, I use the word mile to inspire the feeling of wanting to go forward, further, way out there, to get what you want, and what you want to see, so my mile is imaginary!! lol

Thanks for reading, and giving me your comments, I appreciate it!

Nancy

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