Deja Vu , by coby Subscribe to rss feed for coby

Every time I find myself, and I always do... 
  
One thousand life times; closed inside of you. 

I take a breath and end my day. 
Telling myself calmly, that it will all be okay. 

Till next time when I wake to be, 
and give you a glance; 
of what I hope you will see. 

Still, you stuff me down. 
Till there is no proof. 

Cause and effect and what that leads to. 

I remember these times, I always do. 

Searching for, walking towards; 
A monumental truth.... 
  
Open your mind. 
To your soul let it flow. 
Recollection is worth nothing; 
Till the future is known.
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:09:10 UTC

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