sometimes waking is the purpose
or sleeping has meaning
whispers erase our fears
and children play in dreams
clouds tumble down the sky
while sunshine hides
finding purpose has no end
we are made as we are
with meanings we create
that hook us in our dreams
while the world spins round a star
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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