Antelopes can gallop,
they'll only pass me by,
I stood still on the zebra crossing,
yet failed to catch your eye
Take one step back,
deep into the blue,
a thousand wishes which we dared,
in thawed hearts may be true
Tree's bend and break,
by a force we struggle to see,
fitting a camel through the eye of a needle,
we're all consumed by our own greed
Yesterday's paper is never yesterday's news,
because what once was steers my current,
it's all within my reach and grasp,
but I'll keep shaking hands to myself for fear of losing courage
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 10:52 AM UTC
Antelopes can gallop,
they'll only pass me by,
I stood still on the zebra crossing,
yet failed to catch your eye
Take one step back,
deep into the blue,
a thousand wishes which we dared,
in thawed hearts may be true
Tree's bend and break,
by a force we struggle to see,
fitting a camel through the eye of a needle,
we're all consumed by our own greed
Yesterday's paper is never yesterday's news,
because what once was steers my current,
it's all within my reach and grasp,
but I'll keep shaking hands to myself for fear of losing courage
© Katrina Smith, 2o1o
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