woensdag 27 oktober 2010

WELL I’LL TAKE STOCK OF THAT



I want to fly
Why am I not flying?
Soaring the salmon sky
I want to dream the dream
which dream were invented for
Let the room fill with jazz once more

You can never fully love
if you’ve never been loved completely
But man Oh man
you can always give it a shot

Hope is to escape the cage
Dreams to make life meaningful
Dread to keep you on your toes
The past mimics progress
And that’s the way it goes
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