Saturday, December 6, 2014

Tired of the human game
locked in battles of good and
evil within ourselves

(freed of the phantom identity)

Cloud-like brother
we still can ride

into the mists of time
travel to a now we understand
(a now we understand
wave your magic hand
we'll build the cities
we dreamed of

so long ago,
amongst our childhood
ruins)

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