i lied today,
when i was born,
and died again,
when i lay to rest,
still wondering why,
the smoke of destruction,
makes for such pretty sunsets.
when i was born,
and died again,
when i lay to rest,
still wondering why,
the smoke of destruction,
makes for such pretty sunsets.
pancatantra:
I remember when this first was posted. Left me speechless, I had no words worthy of responding. But, I still think about it almost every day.