Unidentified

As the sun rises in another land
the warm rays are out of my hand
Your light is my dark
My light is your night
We are just on the other side
Where time arranges our days and lights
the illusionary flight
the dream of life
I have a teetering existence
balancing on the tight rope of insanity
I am consciously unconscious
trying to be present for my life
that lives on without me…..
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Published in: on September 17, 2009 at 5:04 AM  Leave a Comment  
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