It is just a dream now
That I shall fulfil somehow
Should you ask me, how?
To think, I do wring my brow
Time has for me stood still
Is what I used to think until
I had to foot, so large a bill
The price you pay, when time you kill
Aware I am now of late
Conscious now of my fate
Surrounded by so much to hate
I cannot any more wait
Strive I shall for my goal
For I have to play a role
A kind suited to me whole
My happiness shall then be whole
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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