Saturday, December 03, 2005

The times you find me silent
Are the ones where I have the most to say
There has got to be a better way
Words don't seem enough

We float by the space of time
I wish I had no ties, so I could be free
Like as breeze that blows across the sea
You know how I hate to wait

Its never too soon to accept
Experience makes you adept
Why then when it stares us in the face
We always look and check for other ways?

Can you ever know enough
What is around the corner, can I stay unhurt
When is the moment to stop or start
How can you ever be sure?

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