05/24/08
A scattered thought
A whisper of a dream
The day pushes onward
Reaching to its end.
But it doesn’t ever end
Even that which must cease:
life, love
Does not.
This is what I know to be true:
There is no point to life
So why bother, right?
Wrong.
Life is for living,
Not preparing to die.
Life is for living,
For dreaming of sky.
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