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a new way of looking at... writings >> sean honea >> paths |
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paths Time is short But so is life -or too much, too long When full of strife... As luck should choose To fill our sight... When things that could ...or should or might A certain chance, on life we take When hearts are blind, to plans we make As paths before, -you open wide... Search forth your dreams ‘til you decide... Spinning words To make you smile If not for long Then just for the while... Whatever’s best To hold you high I’ll never ask -to you, the why... An ember glimpsed Will glow the same If years pass by And hearts refrain... Beneath it all We’re much the same We choose our paths But not our pain... |