You want security but life won't give you that.
You want a future but your present is haunted by your past.
You want a vision,
A sign of what's to come.
You want an answer from the cosmos up above.
No frame of reference but you're asking
What it's indicative of
You want a reason
To stay or walk away.
Patience, my love.
Oh, Patience, my darling.
Leave your wings alone.
They'll dry out on their own.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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