I make my bed in which I lie
Create the dreams of what's to be
The matrix assembles to my opening eyes
I breathe
I made my bed on which I lay
Live the dreams of what's to be
I am part of this world I chose for me
I breathe
Walking through footstpes
Those we started before
Finalizing us
Silence! Screams inside
As I fold onto myself
Reverberating
With uncertaintly
Reading through my ramblings
To see what I see
Thresholds of my soul
Passing through my memories
Sifting emotions
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Ramblings from the week...
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Hi!
You sound depressed! Hey just remember, when the game is over it all goes back in the box. Everything you have is temporary. Start collecting things that are eternal. Get to know your Maker.
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