Saturday, August 27, 2011


Cry that only you hear,
Mighty storm forming all around that only you know,
Peace you find in the middle of a crowd, but only for a while
Oceans you try to cross, but you know not, to swim,

Inaction that tears you apart,
Mountains that only you see,
An extra mile that you have to go alone,
Is this a quest for the Golden Fleece or a futile pursuit?

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