Me and My Muse

Friday, October 06, 2006

Nothing could change it

Better stand up and go far
And tear the fear
For not much world is dear
It cant be all yours.

A dream isnt blessesth
Unless later traced
The curse of a sunshine
The brush in your mind.

Lifes shared by ignorism
Kept in stores
For those who dont buy
Are set aside.

It wouldnt be so good
Until someone stood
And bit like a snake
And make blood blue.

Turn back forever to see
To check what had to be
Had happened
And nothing could change it.

(Another kiddish writing .. dont know why I am posting all old scraps today)



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