A flicker in my heart
Lights my darkened mind
And shows me a fantasy
I can only hope to find
A flame that burns within
Keeps my head held high
Up above the stratosphere
An aurora in the sky
The wick keeps getting shorter
Puffing clouds of ash
And the light of my candle
Dims in-between each flash
A failure of my fiction
I succumb to simple fact
Forgetting what I wished for
My heart melts into wax
Thinking about a future
I don't expect to come
Just call me a dreamer
Blinded by the sun
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"In the end, we will conserve only what we love, we will love only what we understand, and we will understand only what we are taught."
-Baba Dioum, Senegalese author and conservationist
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//thezimchick
{the truth is out there}
{and so are sheep!}
Btw, in regard my last alcohol-related post, I meant Bailey's (not Kahlua) Irish Cream. Freudian alcoholic slip.
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"In the end, we will conserve only what we love, we will love only what we understand, and we will understand only what we are taught."
-Baba Dioum, Senegalese author and conservationist
--
//thezimchick
{the truth is out there}
{and so are sheep!}
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