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Monday, October 03, 2005

Maybe tomorrow...

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So much time has passed
The weeks and months went by so fast
And I'm still here, wanting to be somewhere else
I'm still trying to gamble with these cards that I've dealt...

So I can walk underneath a different sky
One where I don't perpetually deny...
That my heart wasn't built for all my dreams
Because my dreams are less attainable than they originally seemed.

Choices flutter like a colorful kaleidoscope
And when I really open my eyes I can find plenty of cause for hope
After all, who knows... maybe tomorrow I'll be free
In a place where I really want to be.

A place of practicality, perpetual hope, security, and self esteem
Built on the most naive of dreams