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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Contemplating...


I sit beside myself today wondering where my life would go
I could be high right now or I simply could be feeling low

I don't know when it would rain or when the earth would tremble
I don't know when the sky would fall or when I may just stumble

My anxieties have no end and I call upon my freind
Will I ever be free, I say, when I'll see a brighter day

The sun comes up each day, says my freind
(It goes down each evening too, as the cynic in me would append)
You just need to get up early to see more of it and sleep early to see less of the night.



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