living in a dream
so many songs in my head
dying to be set free
so many books go unread
as the knowledge begs to be freed.
wanting so badly to please...
so many stories to tell.
so much time on hands...
of clocks
and people.
will we get it all in?
everything we want?
is there a map i can buy...
i need direction. it's time that i got.
so much
so much
so much to do
they say
why do i want to be someone i'm not?
This poem was written by soulspin on Apr 11, 2001.
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