I thought

October 12, 2008
Sitting here not a care in the world,
I find myself, confident in my own aspirations
I thought I had found a way, to work a failing system.
All I had really found, sitting here lost no aspirations
Was a sunny day deprived of heav’nly wisdom

I try to search for a new way of life.
First comes to last, and then echo’s the second.
Everytime I fall, I come running, crying; home.
I try to ignore the call, hopelessly beckoned.
Caught in fire, like an ancient burning Rome…

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