Master Vs. Wizard, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

How the cloud shape each day,

then I would lit up a smoke to stay.

How the light shadows each sight,

then I would play to seek the night.

How the fire beckon eternity,

then i would cast my dreams into reality.

How the water becomes holy,

then i would plant another lily.

How the darkness take away my age,

then i would use to be on the edge.

How the love overwhelms the body and soul,

then I would have a meal by my cook.

But i see none what i am made to do.

Maybe just a little bit closer to look into myself.

In this jungle full of tasks.

And i would find myself in each mill I find hope.
Posted: 2014-03-08 09:11:48 UTC

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