Fate
Knocking on our door
You run the wrong way
Through a passage
That we have never been through, before
Out on to the cliff
You are breathless
From the view
You need to run and hide
But we are trapped
In this mass world of stars
Your life had a purpose
And that’s what we think about
Then, at that very moment
You don’t realize it anymore
But time is passing by
You sit down
Cross legged
And look up at
The pale moon
The light shining up against your cheeks
Your face is lit up
With the magic
Of the world.
Friday, November 7, 2008
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