strange world

isn't it strange that you start with so many dreams and believes, some confirmed throughout the journey, some vanish. One is only lingering in the back of my mind - somewhere - far - getting further away from consciousness with every passing day. It's just a far glim ....

The glim is telling of days in beuaty being needed - Indian giver in nature's pride. Yet reality is spreading it's darkening shadows over dreams and glims - revealing their kind as far and what they are: phantoms in a distance - lives away. Yet some larkss keep passing the window and staring in from the sill the cage is dried - or yet feels like that. Reality prooving larks will go and swans do never fly, when this is all the glim said: feed! NO melody is sung but one hit wonders, waiting for that special tune that might never hit your ear you wonder if maybe gathering some notes might enable you to write another melody - though it might never sound as good....

5.8.09 18:45

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