Sunday, 9 August 2009

Count it on Your Fingers

I'm going to walk into my life
One day it'll all make sense
A dream faraway
Will carry me for a trade
And then leave,
So I can wake up.

Such selfless action
A thankless task
Giving it all for
What we daren't ask.

It remains to be seen
And it'll stay that way
If it can be
who it should be.

I'll then join in the fun
That comes from running long
And then stopping,
Breathing the air.

Each gasp then serves
To remind me of what
I have; and what
I can then surely be,
not and miss.

Escape, and laughter
The energy to live
A dream bent on
Succeeding at any
Or almost all cost.

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