UNREACHABLE DREAMS


Wreathing country roads, a setting sun.
The gravel hurts my bare feet.
A tormentor to whom I run,
towards my own deceit.

We've run these roads forever it seems.
But we never found each other.
I guess I was chasing unreachable dreams.
The ones that you easily would smother.

Wreathing country roads, a setting sun.
The gravel hurts my bare feet.
A tormentor from whom I run,
towards a nicer street.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-02-13 at 15:07

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My my daybreaker, that photo is stark, I preferred the other one, with the stubble! I loved the flow of your poem. you need good walking shoes when attempting difficult terrain, is a thought that spang to mind. if she smothered your dreams in the first place, time to create a new dream huh? Smiling at you, Tai

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2007-02-13