Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A Poem

Life is like an hour glass
We sit and watch our minutes tick
We know we'll never get them back
Yet we sit and we wait
What we're all waiting for
My guess is as good as yours
To belong to love to live
Maybe if we accepted a lil more
Loved a lil more freely
Lived a lil more radically
Then maybe just maybe
We'd find out what it was
That we were all waiting forAnd realize that
Instead of waiting we lived
If even for a moment...

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