so we were talking and talking about this and that.
changes taken place,
are there any?
as i think of ideas
i want to
head back to school
when i can indulge in my research
the feeling of flying
comes back
i look at him
this youth is too much for me to indulge
i wish it is my work
because i know exactly what comes next
i am light-headed, right then
i want to own it.
impossible.
the sound of love
is
an inspiration
only.
reader k | 4/11/2005 05:25:00 AM |
