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

Friday, April 30, 2010

Taking Flight

Open sky and soaring greens and yellow,
I try to chose mine as you beckon me with all fervor,
my mind takes wing, like a fly buzzing frenetically,
to and fro with some hidden purpose, yet all the while
the door is shut, there's no way out.

Oh please understand, I've always intended to end up,
bound in your web, yet I can't seem to dream the same each night.

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