the wind chimes quiet, I got no breeze. and I'm alone. do as I please. a scattering of mental pics memories play dirty tricks and I'm quick to learn take my time the more I see the world is blind and the future is a dream just for believers.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
from some random page in my old journal. hope you like it. it's not meant at all, just so I'm clear, to be any sort of judgement, or religious thing. 'believers' is used more like the 'clap your hands to save a fairy' kinda belief. child-like. :)