Our lives run in parallel,
The same street where everyone ran
And people dreamed too fast.
Then they stopped,
Ran out of dreams to sleep on
And smiled when we had more.
By the time they ran again,
They had learned how to walk,
And the road was free again.
So much to say, yet at a loss for words.
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Friday, June 26, 2009
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