Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Liberty I have none.
Trapped within a life undone.
This is life all of it,
this and everything is the meaning of it.
Everything.
The skies, the stars, the stories they tell.
Coincidence no such thing
everything
means something.
The people, the places,
and every instance,
circumstance.
The good and bad don't exist
like time doesn't without measurement.

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