Deja Vu , by coby
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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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