Wednesday, January 26, 2011

In My Dreams



Sometimes I soar like a Falcon;
In my deepest dreams, I fly…
In reality I tumble with friends,
Uncontrollably from the sky.

Both alcohol and religion failed
Flight as a substitute…
Eventually age requires we fall,
While using no parachute.

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