Saturday, February 27, 2010
Of What Is Now
Sighed the sign
Of hopeless fun
My fellow friend, you would never understand
Not I let them too
The world is harsh but only cause people are
To hide is better than to deal with bitterness
Of misconceptions and limitations
Of what we are
They ignore our gifts
They hunt for their bliss
And make it bleed
Never forget
We are just the same
You and I are one
What I hate; they do
Is what they hate I do
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