Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

over yonder, where this sidewalk ends



















And another begins
Without solid ground
Pages lost to never be found
I'm not profound
Surely a clown
Wearing this dizzy frown
I'm drowning like the rest
In the heart of this mess
How come I never passed your test
Could you do it yourself?
Would you sacrifice all your wealth?

I felt this strange breeze which shocked me to the core
It gave me reasons to further explore
To deplore
To grow more
It's much to endure
What would you ask for?

Given three options I plead the fifth
Completely encumbered by my wit

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