There's nothing out there for me anymore
I am bone tired and burned out
All I can do is stretch out that paddle blade and push through the water of life
It feels so good to be with you and roll in the roller coaster of waves
I am traveling around the country showing art to people who don't seem to care
Sitting in an art fair tent for peoples shits and giggles
I am not giving up but the struggling artist gig has taken it's toll
I travel back to Grand Marais to see what I can see
I hope that Thunder Bay has something to add to my beautiful life
I have traveled many places and have seen so many beautiful things
Canada has a majesty of of endless lakes and streams
I am back in a place where beavers smoke fine pipes, wear dinner jackets with funny emblem patches, and drink gin and tonics
I still wake up on the granite with the gentle morning sound of the lakes waves slapping the shore
Still searching for the peace that never comes.
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