January 2, 2012
By Anonymous

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But I believe it's in the hand
I touch you and I feel the world
Run my fingers through the sand

I hear the tick, the tock
But it doesn't register
I keep track by the lines
On that aging face of your's

Count me in, I'll count me out
Chaos is my role

Count me in, I'll kick and shout
Chaos is the soul

The author's comments:
a moment of rebellion..:)

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