A hand reaching forward
throughout the misty night
of never tiring dreams
the ones you hold on to tight
The strings of hope that last
and keep you going your way
while senses of reality
try to make you go astray
That's the life you want
the one you'll never lead
if so, there'd be nothing left
to keep you on your feet
Author notes
Quote 1:
One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.
I don't think it's a common interpretation of this quote, but it's the first thing I thought about after reading this.
A contest entry
- Random Beats Predictable by J.P.Troy.
600 points, ended October 22, 2007, 16 entries
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