One, two, three
Look at me!
I have too much in store
But I always want more.
Not one can suffice,
sill not all can either,
However hard to entice
Still wanting neither.
Living life in its grandiere,
Holding on to everything dear.
You never live twice,
That is the greatest fear.
Get it while you can,
missing the opportunities,
the ones from the past,
Regrets will haunt your day to last.
Destiny will prevail,
If meant to be,
Or settle to be real,
From one not three.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Dust in the Wind
People come, born
Into our lives
Most are adorn
To fade away
Into oblivion
Among the world
We are still living in.
Not knowing what has become
What they are,
If they are even one.
The next chapter follows.
With anticipation expects.
Too what it always allows,
from the realms of the suspects.
We must plant the seeds,
In which we will harvest.
In fact it will indeed
Be the truth of the invest.
Hoping and competing
Everything is a sport
Where everyone is stampeding
To wear white in the court.
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