I wish to paint my walls;
But the colors, I cannot find.
I look at the world, jaded,
Still cannot make up my mind.
So what do we have today?
Another deceit or another way?
Something, stirs inside
what is it, I cannot determine:
A desire for truth or the desire to lie,
A desire to live, a desire to die.
Monday, March 8, 2010
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