Monday, August 9, 2010


Doubts can become self-fulfilling prophecies
Or reveal endless possibilities
I tried to run away but I followed me
Every aimless route had a destination
I arrived somewhere I didn't plan to be.

Until I embrace the manic with the mundane
And taste the stillness in the passing stream
Without drowning in the reckless or the profane
I cannot learn that I am already free.

No comments:

Post a Comment