Wednesday, November 02, 2005

and so what did you think would come of this?
the blinded sun, and the righteous moon,
fight it out in thier own ways.

i can't blink, because i may just lose sight
of what i might need one day.
reaching out to touch the trees,
the forest beckons agian.

will you follow?
or shall i just die now?

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