Friday, December 24, 2010

In Progress

The morning is burning and the evening is hot;
your daydreams can't take you from this terrible spot.

You must consider the source of your pain.
Decide what it's worth, this measurable gain.

To achieve the enlightenment, to bask in the good,
you must be fire and I must be wood.

This is as far as it's come. I've written this and rewritten this a thousand times. But this is as far as it's gone.

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