Forever Fields

April 8, 2010
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Where do we fit
In these vast fields of ordinary?
Are we caught in this universe
As black and white?
Where colour is but a dream
And dreams are but a fragment of hope.
A place where hope is diminished.
While we chisel ourselves from rock to sculpture
To replicate those around us
So we all fit
In the vast fields of ordinary.

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