Dizzy and spun around.
Happy and high.
Flying because there's no ground to stand on.
Living because we can do nothing else.
Broken and thrown away.
Curled in a ball.
Running even without a destination.
Hiding because no one is seeking.
Dizzy and spun around.
lennie.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Coaster
Posted by Lennie Staples at 9:36 PM
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