Monday, December 18, 2006

Hide from Me

And who I'm I to doubt a dream,
If no difference will it make.

My voice cannot tell what take
And what leave untouched.

So who I'm I to break a will,
As if it were my choice.

Eventually I'll learn to feel
Between that simple noise
And that line to follow.

But today, I must confess...
I don't know who I was...

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