Old stories and new dreams
arise from nowhere, from predictable rhythm,
from beneath the surface of predictable days,
Waking Me.
Things I used to say,
always wanted,
and never believed.
Old dreams and new characters.
The Champion of my heart,
of my dreams.
And I'm new, getting newer,
And More Awake.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
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Beautiful.
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