In flight, searching for hope of a better today,
Into the sun, across the wide open ocean below.
The sky has many colors today, look to the sky,
A seagull soaring up so high, through the earths window.
Freedom to wander, too fly, why can’t i fly up so high,
Everything is seeking in search of answers of their own.
As a bird in flight, a man walks the road,
In search of his own Independence of where he belongs.
Keep searching.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Your poetry is full of honest depth and emotion. I’m glad you found my blog so I found your’s!! Smile, your poetry is a reason to rejoice!
I like your writing style. It makes for a great read.
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Simple and profound… that is true magic.
Thanks so much
On Mon, Aug 10, 2015 at 5:08 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Very intuitive. Man still searching for meaning. 🙂
Thanks always
On Tue, Aug 11, 2015 at 7:19 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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