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Friday, January 12, 2007

It Never Ends

Today it’s Pinocchio
Tomorrow, Charlotte’s Web
But all in all I never know
What’s really in your head.

You have the loves of childhood
The body of a man
I love and hate the innocence —
My real-life Peter Pan

How to measure value?
What deems a life worth living?
Is it about what we all can view;
Or is it about what we’ve given?

Lately I wonder what it is
I’m put on earth to do
To make myself happy, find my bliss
Or make you a better you

Sometimes it feels
Like your stagnation
Closely matches mine
My mind just reels
At all the thinking
Sitting, spinning wheels
The days that stretch like worn gray rubber —
The horror of wasted time.

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