much ado about nothing
poetry, art, and life
4.11.2009
YOU ARE HERE
Even when I fall
Head first into a selfish dream
I make for myself
You are here.
Even when I lose
Sight of the path
You laid down for me
You are here.
Even when Your voice
Gets lost by the noise
That my own will makes
You are here.
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