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Jan 2011
Floating upon a never ending stream.
It guides me to a destination I could never dream.
Thoughts of change are woven into place.
Tied to nothing, not even a base.

Other streams criss-cross my path.
Streams of thoughts and dreams.
Streams of hate and love.
Streams of happiness and sorrow.
All flowing to their endpoints.

Could of. Would of. Should of.
Ridden the Stream of Dreams.
But change was what I needed.
When will it reach its endpoint, I don't know.
I'll ride until I reach that endpoint, that change.
What can I say, some change would be nice :)
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe
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Randy PSoMAS Wiafe  United States
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