Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Dreams

Dreams
unseen, unheard
fleeting in their warmth
just felt as a whiff

Is it a goal, a path to walk
a truth to be trusted, a faith to die for
Or a desire in disguise
colouring the life in its lies

Dreams
dare I follow you ?
Follow you I will
for how far can I run
from the truth within

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