To find a place
to find what you need.
To feel compelled
to be as you see.
Finding it takes time
and time requires will.
And will requires reason
which we've lost long ago.
A decision made solely by others.
And with a laugh I'd say
come forth and meet me;
forward is the way.
Go north; deceive me.
I'd know 'til this day.
Your desires are my desires.
Or are my desires yours?
Monday, June 1, 2009
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