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Monday, February 7, 2011

Flying

Abundance
Without worries
They come to take
But giving is nonexistent
Is knowledge there?

Lesser
Without woe
I sing to tell
But my voice is still small
Is winning unattainable?

Gone
Without warning
We struggle to thrive
But our future is not there
Are we finally lost?

And now, it seems
That fleeing
Is our only hope
Of flying