this is the point where all our natures meetyou'd think us mad were we to list the talesso many fools have been lost on this streetone thinks himself part of the great eliteanother looks and laughs when the first failsthis is the point when all our natures meetyou hide your heart and wait to see completethe fullness of the light on all detailsso many fools have been lost on this streetthat when we speak it seems a huge deceita way to suck the wind out of our sailsthis is the point where all our natures meetno proper chance here for any retreatwe do not let the train go off the railsso many fools have been lost on this streetand in the end there is no one to greetnor any chance to balance all the scalesthis is the point where all our natures meetso many fools have been lost on this street
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
28 October 2008
where we must navigate
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