Sunday, April 15, 2012


There are no points of return,
In every direction you goes,
Is a sad very ape universe,
Pound down to the ground.

Left behind a clue,
We mend it with glue,
Moving on to reality,
Just keep a wisdom in blues.

Spinning on the playground,
Wishing we just kids,
With the mind of a kids,
And stuck in our youth.

That just the world,
Where I say 'my shadow ran with me',
As I try to leave it all,
Far behind.

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