Wake up to the early morning
sound of solitude. Starting a
new day-I eat a bowl of cereal-
where will this day take me?
Constant stress-go here-go
there-do this on time or you're
lost in this day of coffee and
heartbreak. One long struggle
on a stream of time-no one
knows how much longer they
can last. Find a place within
where it all goes away-no
more deadlines, no more
worries-fears subside-the
traffic is gone-just you headed
down the highway-destination:
peace of mind.
-copyright 1997-
Birth sign: Taurus
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