Monday, February 9, 2009

Random Poem

It can drive a man insane,
dreaming of days without pain.
It's not a matter of wrong or right,
love or fight,
desire for flight.
It's a matter of an end in sight,
to dream of life,
faith in "might."
A man must follow his heart,
not his mind.
But what do you do,
when your heart can't tell time?

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