On bended knee is no way to be free, lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently. All my destinations will accept the one that's me, so I can breathe...
Everyone I come across in cages they bought,
they think of me and my wandering but I'm never what they thought. I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts.
I'm alive...
Sunday, February 17, 2008
The Next Two...
I have written but not posted in a while. The following two are about two completely different subjects but nonetheless from me. It was a good Sabbath...
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