We are all poets, lovers, and children
standing on this revolving rock spinning into the void infinite,
casting pennies to the rushing stream wishing for cheaper fares
wondering as far as we dare
with nothing but our heads about us
and our hearts beneath our chests
kept apart from all the rest.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
We are all poets, lovers, and children
standing on this revolving rock spinning into the void infinite,
casting pennies to the rushing stream wishing for cheaper fares
wondering as far as we dare
with nothing but our heads about us
and our hearts beneath our chests
kept apart from all the rest.
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