A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.

Monday, May 18, 2009

The Older We Grow, the Greater We Fear

It is envy that makes us hold our breath and fix our eyes,
if all we hold is desire, we carry an empty bag,
how often do I merely stumble over my dreams
on my way to wash up,
perhaps it's easier to forget as we grow up,
not because there is more to think about,
but we would rather think less about so many things.

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