The Compelling Senses,

Sun, 09/14/2014 - 15:12 -- Ixw123


I survey the land ahead.

As i look out on the horizon,

I see a humming bird,

hovering near a flower.

I hear a bee,

buzzing around me.


I distinctly hear a tree fall,

in the distance.

Yet I stand motionless,

unmotivated to explore.


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