Take me to the place where the wind blows
Where water has a form and every solid flows.
take me there where every blind man knows
Exactly how brightly the burning sun glows.
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Oh Clara If Only I Could
Write a poem as beautiful as you
Oh! Clara if only I could
Then people would remember me as-
The greatest was, the greatest would.
Oh! Clara if only I could
Then people would remember me as-
The greatest was, the greatest would.
A Thousand Miles
The shoe thinks it has walked a thousand miles.
The foot makes the same claim.
The mind that's made the actual journey
Knows the real game.
The foot makes the same claim.
The mind that's made the actual journey
Knows the real game.
Breaking The Strings
Have you ever tried breaking the strings?
The puppet master is not the king.
Why be a spectator in your own show
When doing things your way is the way to go?
The puppet master is not the king.
Why be a spectator in your own show
When doing things your way is the way to go?
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