On the edge of happiness I Sat. Staring into the sun lit by candles. I felt my soul burn. On the pier of perfection I Waited. Wondering if the sun was the candles Or the candles, the sun. I felt my soul burn. Over the border of prosperity I Looked. Watching the candles burn into nothingness. I felt my soul burn. Into a land of promise I Gazed. Noticing the sun shone there. I felt my soul burn. But I could only see by moonlight.
Reason for writing:
Just sitting here thinking, I wrote the thing.
I think it has something to do with my desire to
accomplish things, but sometimes my innsbilies to
do them.
Birth sign: Not entered
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