Monday, September 5, 2011


* Left *
Dream me a life
The constancy of occupation
Small bridge between here
And the sameness of tomorrow
What could ever be
Choices to be considered
Some decisions once made irrevocable
Others less significant than thought
No escape from life to lead
Only from channel life flows
Until all moulds broken
We have only the shattered pieces
To mark what was and what was formed.

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