though my paths are crooked
though my world is desolate
despite being a little dreamless
or maybe close to being penniless
my vision is not blurred
my eyes remain trained ahead
and the world is conspiring beautifully
that i may reach there
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
though my paths are crooked
though my world is desolate
despite being a little dreamless
or maybe close to being penniless
my vision is not blurred
my eyes remain trained ahead
and the world is conspiring beautifully
that i may reach there
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