Boredom walks next to our souls
Reaping the hatered that it sows,
Watching the race we always run
Go flying by becoming undone.
I can't see the finish line
Though others seem to pass me by
Hoping to pass the next in time
to make my way to something fine.
Finer than the life we live
Finer than the love we give
Never needing something more
hoping we dont become a chore.
Reaping the hatered that it sows,
Watching the race we always run
Go flying by becoming undone.
I can't see the finish line
Though others seem to pass me by
Hoping to pass the next in time
to make my way to something fine.
Finer than the life we live
Finer than the love we give
Never needing something more
hoping we dont become a chore.
1 comment:
Where is all this creativity coming from!!
pssstt... I know a secret,
Someone has a date tomorrow!
LOL
::smooches::
Mara
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