Saturday, 25 September 2010

East Wind.

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many times can a girl turn the knife
Before he will stop being a fan?
And how many lives will it take 'til he knows
Which things to allow, and which ban?

The answer, my friend...

...just a passing thought.

It’s been a day of much frustration,
The sort where every situation
Provokes the ire, for, come what may,
The world kept getting in my way.

I haven't been getting enough sleep this week. Later to bed, no later to rise. Having, instead, too much of things that aren't good for me.

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