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By Ali Date: 2005 Mar 31 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.31.07.56.18342]] |
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Some days I disappear in thoughts Of what-if. It's like third-period Study hall--a break Even though the day's barely Breathing, barely being. Some days I detach myself from memory, Unwilling to recognize The subtle sly Movements of my longing heart. Some days-- Not together, not forever: A note written on the pages Of a soul, in an ink made of smiles, Crossed out, The words neglected But not forgotten. Some days I find wild things Strolling through my weakness, Unabandoned shadows Of mercy, the hope Of things beyond me, Beyond you, Impossible only in theory. Some days I believe, and I redeem Passing hearts for not trying, For not vying For a space to see, Unadulterated dreaming-- Whatever will be, Can be. Some days I realize it isn't up to you, It's up to me. I've got to take it, Step outside safe, Move away from easy, And risk The everything that everyone Always talks about, But few ever go beyond that And Do. And you know what? 'Some day' is today. |