Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Virelay #1

I am young so I still dream,
About what lies ahead,
My life before me seems to gleam,
Though not without some dread.


And while I'm lying in my bed,
My mind starts to spin,
I think of things that I have said,
and what will soon begin

I think of things that'll come again,
And that which cannot be,
Of my dearest dreams that I hold in,
And choices that haunt me.

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