Tuesday, August 24, 2010


Counting distance.
Counting time.

When this is all over,
We'll all go our ways,
Eternal freedom or endless entrapment,
It's all in our doings.

When it's time to go,
We go back to the same soil,
Status slipping, name dipping,
All that gold is not gold after all.

Not feelin' so good now, are you?
Sooner or later, you will pay.

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