A Far Off Land
How many times must a man walk down the same road
Before he realizes He's been down this road before?
We've been over this ground before.
We've always been over this ground.
This time I swear it's different.
I'm breaking new ground here.
I'm going somewhere.
I'm shooting for the stars.
I'm going to make it, just you wait and see.
I'm the great hope.
Watch me as I fall.
I'm breaking new ground here.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Bad Poetry Thursday: Just Sitting Here Resting My Bones
Labels:
Bad Poetry Thursday,
Cold,
No Time at All,
words,
Zombies
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