Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Run

Run, wind past your eyes,
Say so now,
It's all left behind.
End the charades
Call off the parade.

Break, dream down my sleep,
Follow the rabbit enter.
Feel darkness' embrace, and then
Hear the shadow in the eye...

Drums whisper, drums call,
Awake...
The time has come to show,
Release...
Here it comes, here it comes.

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