Saturday, November 12, 2011


When thoughts, all kinds
fly around in your head
Sometimes, you wish
you would just drop dead
Those voices, those sounds
Taking leaps, and bounds
Your consciousness they will hound
till they run you to ground
Awaken, you will
One day, when it spills
It might not be too late
for you to turn 'round your fate
Reveal, what you may
But will things stay so gay?
Will truth come at a cost
Will your smile be lost?

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