Sunday, December 12, 2010

I was not seeking
not peeking
not speaking

I was not trying
nor dying
not lying

I was doing fine
not going out of line
when yours got tangled with mine

When the Past becomes your Present
mixed like effervescent
A feeling Oh! so pleasant

Where does one go from here
When he's far yet so near
Stretching out with no fear

No not true
fear hovers in the blue
When all accounts will be due

But I don't care
I live to dare
The fate that we share

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