mutterings and musings of a disorganised twentysomething
Time fliesLike the slowness of a trainIn between stationsIn between crossingsWe meetWe pass each other by
run, run towards the goal, that unattainable goal, until you realise, someone is running there too, then together you can run, run towards the goal.
What the hell?Does pressing enter,At certain places in my sentances,And capitalising theFirst letters,Does this make stanzas for poetry?I am a poet. I'm in love with me.
poetry? i didn't know this post inspired poetry. maybe you should have written one of your infamous haikus, mikey. and yes, you are thouroughly in love with yourself. it's called narcissism. mikey the narcissist. does have a ring to it, doesn't it?
time flies when you're travelling if you fall sleep on the way :o) I do it everyyyyyyyyy day!
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Time flies
Like the slowness of a train
In between stations
In between crossings
We meet
We pass each other by
run, run towards the goal,
that unattainable goal,
until you realise,
someone is running there too,
then together you can run,
run towards the goal.
What the hell?
Does pressing enter,
At certain places in my sentances,
And capitalising the
First letters,
Does this make stanzas for poetry?
I am a poet. I'm in love with me.
poetry? i didn't know this post inspired poetry. maybe you should have written one of your infamous haikus, mikey. and yes, you are thouroughly in love with yourself. it's called narcissism. mikey the narcissist. does have a ring to it, doesn't it?
time flies when you're travelling if you fall sleep on the way :o) I do it everyyyyyyyyy day!
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