Inevitability is the price of mortality,
For our sense of time be short.
What is pegged at a never to be,
Might just be a trick too short.
This life is mine and my dreams
Are mine to make and live.
These ways are mine and you
Are mine to let you believe!
Go as far as you could,
The distance is just a trick,
For when you feel of space,
There will be none.
Tricks abound in our life,
For what we are made is one.
Never in solitude
Will the trickster win of us,
For though you may not see,
I will always stand behind you.
A lot of world to see,
A lot to meet,
And though you will see not me,
I will always be around.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
A trick too short
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