Friday, February 18, 2011

They never rhyme in words of mine.

I told the world when I was young, I would serve it good, serve it food and make it full.
I had aspirations to be the best, to be the last to stand on mother nature's only grass.
I dreamt of flying, ran when they were walking. I stood tall, but then they went and built mall.


Something random came to me, so I typed it down.

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