Think it over
rock_26iin | 17 December, 2005 12:25
Hello, I'm back after a long time away from here. My mind was clinically dead for sometime and so I couldn't post here. Nah, I'm just lying, I don't think while posting so doesn't really make a difference does it?
Anywho, you know people think you are crazy or schezophrenic when people ion your head start talking. But today, I want to share with you what some of those people told me. And being my imagination, they had to do this in poetry
An artist's imagination
Our heavenly abode
His fantasies, our realities
His destiny, our road
His dreams, his fantasies
We live
Strength and belief to him
We give
He makes us
He loves us
He holds us
He breaks us
Beyond his reach
He knows they are
But dreams, he dreams
For his strength, they are
An artist's imagination
Our heavenly abode
His fantasies, his realities
His destiny, his road
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