(2) I Am ...

I am ...

I am a grey sky with glimpses of blue.

I am an old denim shirt, faded and worn.

I am a slow walk through a maple woods in autumn.

I am a candle melting into a work of art.

I am the smoke of an October fire.

I am pain and passion, love and longing.

I am the mist upon the waters of cold Canadian lake.

I am Buck listening for the distant howl.

I am three whiskey sours into a deep night of sorry.

I am the lover of lost causes and ...

... and maybe a lost cause, myself.

I am the lone wolf in search of the pack.

I am who I was ...

...and who I am coming to be.

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