Each day, when I wake, ready for the new day. I try and find the
X, the one that marks the spot of
Eternity and Dreams. In the land of make believe.
Come to this land, this island--that's so
Utterly beautiful. Words can't describe it.
Time is money, or is money time? Who knows? But for
Each day I live it will be with a smile on my face.
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 5:22 AM UTC
Each day, when I wake, ready for the new day. I try and find the
X, the one that marks the spot of
Eternity and Dreams. In the land of make believe.
Come to this land, this island--that's so
Utterly beautiful. Words can't describe it.
Time is money, or is money time? Who knows? But for
Each day I live it will be with a smile on my face.
copyright; 2011 McNally, Inc.
Everyone needs a little ~Positive~ to their day.
title comes from LOST.
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