Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Tomorrow never comes...

Tomorrow never comes the end never sums To wait patiently to die slowly those with position tease the many worker bees one looks high to the other nigh the young dream large squandering precious moral on life's slow barge failure feral Nothing free many walls to climb people to see wasting precious time will no one risk it? a chance, a gift? one moment will fit opportunity does not sit the race swift the chase, considered a gift through the fingers it slips until the scales tip

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