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

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Change & Time

I saw a signal that the end was near
It couldn’t have been any more clear
That’s when I switched to over gear
And became a victim to my own fear

Splendidly parceled in sure demise
Appreciating no open surprise
I came to find out what I despise
Lay behind my own eyes

The message that crossed me seemed to bear
A meaning of life that I could not share
Until one day a spark became a flare
Now I accept my fate with care

Shackled in a tomb of freedom
Allowed to walk across this kingdom

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