Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Vista

I have better things to do,
Than to escape with you right now.
After all that we've been through,
I'm not quite sure how,

You still don't understand
That I don't have time for you.
And for all which I stand
I can't bring myself to hate you.

Clearer than ever before in life,
The sky lights up the darkness
that surrounds me--it is strife,
that I have overcome: softness:

The feeling in my heart when the waves knock me into the ground:
Destiny's flames now barely visible on the hillside.

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