Sunday, November 29, 2009

Password

Go against the tide.
My birthday is a waste of time.
I always feel 8, 18 or 80.
Lights are too bright,
shoes in the spotlight.
Imagination is key
but stop dreaming.
It's worthless,
it's endless.
Philosophy and fuck the world,
everything I'm too blind to see
the endless opportunity
that I've heard of.

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