Somewhere is not here. It’s someplace I’d rather be, but it’s really not here. It’s right next to anywhere. That’s being somewhere.
Just plain where is another place altogether and begs us to ask. Where? It’s not here though, but it’s somewhere.
Everywhere sounds like a great place, but who has really been there? I’ve not been there but it’s somewhere indeed.
Wherever, is not really somewhere it just seems to be hanging around.
No I think somewhere is really where I’d like to be!
Friday, August 29, 2008
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9 comments:
... and what song would you be singing ;)
Love your post!
True, true. We are not satisfied ever. Sometimes in the morning when I drive to school, I just want to keep driving...to where? I don't know.
Oh, yes! Are we ever really content where we are? Well done!
I quite agree. After all, the grass is always greener on the otherside of the fence!
What a great poem. I do feel a tune in my head to accompany it. Everywhere.
Now we know what you think about that? Just a pun there I liked your poem. Like reading a really long limerick. Thank you.
looks like here is where you dont want to be :)
We are always looking for what we can't have...
trying to find a meaning
Thought provoking...a twist on somewhere.
I love your header...it was right in step with this entry...
TJ
http://tjexpressionsblog.blogspot.com/
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