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Thursday, June 27, 2013

Never too late

The days are long from the torment of lies, 
That mold the figure of reality, 
And give a perspective of the world we're living.
It's almost as if we're walking, 
Through the fabric of time, 
And the very disillusions we once thought
But are now routine for maintained sanity.
Never too late? 
But the trails are flaming, 
The plains blazing.
Never too late? 
But still our heads are empty, 
Perhaps one day we'll be strong enough, 
To stare through the lives, 
And the humor behind the lies.
Perhaps one day we'll find, 
It's never too late. 

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