Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Your back is bent from years of staring
At your beaten feet
Which are sore from hauling a heavy heart
In endless, tired defeat
Your will is blocked, you mind is locked
On thoughts that will not cease
With each of life's events is lost
A bit of inner peace
Dearest one, release yourself
From your rusted cage
If life's a book, than this is just
One faded, folded page
Lift your eyes, lift your heart
Towards the endless sky
Caged birds will sing and still forget
That they know how to fly

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My favorite color is Chartreuse. I love the gust of breeze that is accompanied by the clunking sound of the train as it approaches.