A whistle in the wind
A blow, a whim
A childish desire to win
The feelings I have within
Just make me think
And when I am on my own
I start to moan and groan
I live within the bounds of my own world
That I consider life as a net thrown
Into a sea of experience
Of lively yet hard degradings
But I know that this is all an introduction to something wild and wonderful
Something peachy and out of this world
Where I am outwitted by awe-inspiring desires
To live
To cherish
To smell - yet - the scent
This day will come I am sure
No matter, how I may be, sad or deplored
Chances are, it could just happen tomorrow
Monday, January 15, 2007
A Blow, A Whim
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 01:13
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2 comments:
patience is a blessing ... ! : )
not to mention torture
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