November 5, 2009

an attempt at writing poetry

a fountain of desires spring up in me,
away from what people call reality

a bag load of obligations i wish to leave behind,
a life away from life i long to find

a deep rooted need to accomplish,
something hopelessly ideal and utterly foolish

for once indulge in dreams without fear or guilt,
wander aimlessly yet return fulfilled

open up to gifts unknown, unseen,
brighten up your soul that's so starved, so dim.

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