Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Telescope

Calmer at the sea.
The water washes all those dreams,
Up over me.

My choice to choose what dreams i want,
Those make me who i am.
Dreams are washed upon the sand.

Calmer at the ocean.
The waves are a part of me.
We are the sea.
We are the water.
We are sand,
Moved by ourselves,
To where we are.

We are the ocean.
We are the beach.
We are a dream.
We are a nightmare.
We are found by ourselves,
We are lost in ourselves,
By selfishness
We are what we have willed.

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