Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Good weather for airstrikes

I slide forward
through my head
I think half way
see myself sing
the anthem we wrote together.
We had a dream
we had everything
we rode to the end of the world
we rode searching
climbed skyscrapers
which later exploded.
The peace was gone
balance leaks out
I fall down
slide forward
through my head.
I always return to the same place
total silence
no answer
the best thing God has created
is a new day.

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