Saturday, June 10, 2006
random
Current mood: bored
Trails twisted into darkness
Paths lit by millions of pin pricks
As it shoots out befor us
With unseen ventures ahead
And eyes upon the canopy
That never guides but spys
Lost on the road
We can always hope
But knowing ensures
Believe and all works out
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