So long have I been on this lonely planet
so long a castaway on distant shores
so far from home
I pine no more
I build my castles in the sand
make them fleeting just for man
for this Robinson Crusoe is shy
to reveal himself, he would rather die
This is my island I call home
without claim I have a zone
and this holy place
I with conviction call home
For I am a castaway
one of Gods voices
and I stay
another castaway
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
So long have I been on this lonely planet
so long a castaway on distant shores
so far from home
I pine no more
I build my castles in the sand
make them fleeting just for man
for this Robinson Crusoe is shy
to reveal himself, he would rather die
This is my island I call home
without claim I have a zone
and this holy place
I with conviction call home
For I am a castaway
one of Gods voices
and I stay
another castaway
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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