Irony of perfection in the imperfect world
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
What am I standing on?
What am I sitting on?
Oh is it comforting to be?
No... it's filled with uncertainty...
who lays the grounds?
who says if I'm found?
who knows?...
Where art thou who can answer all these?...
sigh...days of my life...
oh well...
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