The road hangs heavy on your shoulders
Yet someone is holding out the flag
Knee deep in the dust, your past smoulders
In tendril plumes, from trodden slag.
Better to fall in the battle
Than to die a little every day
Sometimes you have to sacrifice realism
For reality.
Monday, August 15, 2005
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Shadow Simon says: somewhere along the way Shadow Simon says: you've lost sight of who you are Shadow Simon says: and you lost the words...
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