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life in my eyes
stuck in society
but time keeps running
hints come in varieties
like my body growing
tendencies expanding
years are my wages
they out last never ending
are we living to die
or begin something new
people paths tie
but sometimes become unloose
Great poem,
very nice poem,
I guess we are always living yet always dieing.
we all look for freedom but never look in the small places, guess that really don't make any sense :). most of the time i just rant haha
it makes plenty of sense and
it makes plenty of sense and thanks for the comment its well appreciated
not only rains
it pours
sun not only shines
it enlightens
not only love
but give life
HI!!
woooooow!! feelin this one mama... very nice read!!
** smile for me!!**
thank you
thank you
not only rains
it pours
sun not only shines
it enlightens
not only love
but give life
let's get metaphysical
Essence is a state of being
rain is wet because
the pavement weeps.
When it pours
I wish for umbrellas
and dream of macs.
Oh enlighten me sun
I lost my life
give it back.
A~~
05-16-13
4:33a