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I was wandering as we do, looking for my life, leaving what I once had, long since paid the price. I was hoping for an answer to a question I don't dare ask, I was searching til I found it, and there I'd end my task. I came upon a house, middle of no-where, circus out back, no-where too important just a shelter on my track. My cell phone bars were empty but local wifi's open wide, I made my host hungry for technology by my side. Sleep came slowly, lately, within abandoned tiger-pit beside my convenient compatriots, safety in numbers not always a fit. He drove his car right over me and pinned me to the ground, took my magic cell phone to be the fanciest one around. What he didn't know: I'm a dreamer, and I always get my due. I woke, rewound, and slept again, and had another chance to choose. I couldn't run, couldn't fight, so magic was my key, I drew a bubble around myself, my droid close beside me. He drove his car right over me, my bubble lifted it from the ground, I, neither injured nor trapped, he, not winning what he found. Morning came and rested I stood and yawned and stretched. Restful sleep is hard to have, when journeying far and westward, but I did and all my things still journey by my side. Life is more than just a dream when you wander far and wide.
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Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 8:35 AM UTC
It's Never Just A Dream
I was wandering as we do, looking for my life, leaving what I once had, long since paid the price. I was hoping for an answer to a question I don't dare ask, I was searching til I found it, and there I'd end my task. I came upon a house, middle of no-where, circus out back, no-where too important just a shelter on my track. My cell phone bars were empty but local wifi's open wide, I made my host hungry for technology by my side. Sleep came slowly, lately, within abandoned tiger-pit beside my convenient compatriots, safety in numbers not always a fit. He drove his car right over me and pinned me to the ground, took my magic cell phone to be the fanciest one around. What he didn't know: I'm a dreamer, and I always get my due. I woke, rewound, and slept again, and had another chance to choose. I couldn't run, couldn't fight, so magic was my key, I drew a bubble around myself, my droid close beside me. He drove his car right over me, my bubble lifted it from the ground, I, neither injured nor trapped, he, not winning what he found. Morning came and rested I stood and yawned and stretched. Restful sleep is hard to have, when journeying far and westward, but I did and all my things still journey by my side. Life is more than just a dream when you wander far and wide.
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Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 8:35 AM UTC
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