little words on paper.

By admin | Published: February 11, 2010

I am running approaching the sun
on an endless path
racing in orbit: aligned with a comet
stuck between an optical illusion and a catch 22
he who holds fates fate patiently waits for no man
i have seen it all
with eyes wide shut you have seen nothing
the rose petals never smell as sweet when you stop to pick them
in passing friends seem passionate
in dallas hearts are broken
beds made with shattered glass
a meal fit for a king prepared by humble hands
trumpets soared and they still do
the game never lost
chance can be tricked
the world can never be fooled

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