Yea so I wrote a poem for the comp. I hope that's ok.
Center Line
I walk the middle road.
Down a horseshoed street
With the sun on my right and
A Hydrant on my left
Watching each step in time.
A bag of mail in my right hand.
Am I the postman?
No, no. just a friend.
My burden I have chosen to bear.
I arrive and the wind
Rather breeze
Picks up.
I am in the shade of many trees
The ground undried from the afternoon sun and the morning’s rain.
I leave the sack at the door and turn back.
Dylan singing, track 6, greatest hits.
I walk the middle path
Head up straight and full
Clarity in the air.
Each sound each sight
Every thing in the light.
Rightly cast the shadows and far free the feelings.
But strange no feeling of freedom
No burden to bring my face down.