posted January 12, 2005 01:14 PM
There are times in my day
when i stop and look around
wondering if its real at all
or if its just a dream.But if it is a dream,
then, I have missed something important.
I try not to think about it though,
I'd cry if I did.
As time moves along,
I stare at the sky
in frantic hope that I'm not dreaming
and all I touch is real.
That no matter what happens
the ground will catch me if I fall
and the sky will hug me as I fly.
The stars will know the tears I cry
and the rain will wash it all away.
How can that be a dream?
Kt
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love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
William Shakespeare