Friday, July 13, 2012

Free as Love

It's often seen as a dream.
That only if you imagine such a thing, will it exist.
That probably makes me a beetle.
Let's roll around on the ground.
Or take flight.

I guess a simple statement can be made.
About those little things that come and go, a type of impermanence.
Really can we ever know?
A type of way to be.
Or not to be...

So many questions and thoughts.
What if this event is real, and not imagined?
I guess we'll wait and see.
Maybe I need a little help?
Or is it too much?

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