just some random blabbings.
So much beyond our grasp.
knowing there's so much out of reach, what's the point?
beyond purely physical, the unattainable emotions and perceptions.
an endless thirst for everything.
I know how we got here.
crawled ourselves into a trap, down the rabbit hole.
We can't turn around anymore.
So let's go forward,
maybe it will take us back to where we once were.
But,
Will we remember that place if we ever do return?
Poetry by Sparks
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Written on 2009-06-30 at 23:19
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Or no way at all
So much potential.So much beyond our grasp.
knowing there's so much out of reach, what's the point?
beyond purely physical, the unattainable emotions and perceptions.
an endless thirst for everything.
I know how we got here.
crawled ourselves into a trap, down the rabbit hole.
We can't turn around anymore.
So let's go forward,
maybe it will take us back to where we once were.
But,
Will we remember that place if we ever do return?
Poetry by Sparks
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Written on 2009-06-30 at 23:19
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