Wednesday, January 16, 2008
When your air is compressed,
no way of coming out,
who is going to be your release,
your stress ball at hand?
And if one does not exist,
what becomes of your burden then?
Do you wait for Life to pound you silly,
with nothing but scars to show at the end?
And sometimes we wait and wait,
for a change.
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