Wednesday, February 17, 2010



I stretch out my arms,
I release my fists,
I raise my head,
And I open my eyes.

I see the ceiling,
I see the boundaries of life.

I hold it all.
I let the streams treble past.

I smell the scents of time,
And try to see what's mine.

I try to keep my fists open,
Yet clenching become an habit.
I try to let the air trickle,
Yet some how I seem to trip.

I close my eyes.
I close my eyes,
I shut them tight.

I open my eyes,
And I close them again.

Reality I beckon thee,
Leave me free.

I prefer my world,
But, what if you are my world?

Then be mine.
I am yours.
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