Sunday, November 10, 2013

Free

I want to be free
under the sky
chase away,
waiting to be found, or not.

I hear the music play
its all around really
i wonder,
where was it all the while?

guarantee me,
that the vacous hole will not swallow me.
and my gratitude
is yours.

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