It won't be a blink of an eye, but a trail of many a sigh...
When I set out to cross the oceans, and terrains so high.
Flying over the clouds, life can appear so simplified...
Am I living the dream or just petrified?
- Nov, 2010
It stands by me when there is light,
It stands by me when it is dark.
At time it is real, at times it is not.
Is it my ‘self’ or a lost thought?
- Feb 2011
Intriguing as always. On the lighter side, for once I thought this post had something to do with the potato tots we had at McMenamins the other day ;-) Good read!
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