Where I live, mountains rip into the sky
Like spilled ink creeping up ivory pages
flowing from gold-dipped fingers of sunlight
The great turtle swims her way north
emerald fields expand into daytime
And the birds posses the infinite sky
None of us meant to end up here
or had ever even heard of it
But life can be funny that way
Like an old man on a slow motorcycle
Cutting you off
sending you careening down roads unimagined
Stuff Cam Wrote 