Wednesday, October 3, 2007


He said he feels like an old man

Brother; lost
in the passing of time
surrounded by disgust
to what hallucinatory place
are you going to run?

brother; old
but twenty winters of cold,
make your history
not more.

brother; happiness
is not far from us
it's within, that's the reason
we don't seem to notice
its existence.

brother; run
in the right lane
reach for the farthest lands
I see the lanterns shine,
exalting in the near victory.

brother; appreciate
this chance
of making triumph
in your fanciful mind,
for there is nothing else
to which you can hold on.


 

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