Never resting, spirit like the winds
Your conscious calls for the better,
But your heart is forever with song
We lie below, you fly above
Mind clearly unclear
Seeing what's unseen
A cascade of colors, spinning in your mind
Consuming what is real from thought
We beg you, "Come down!"
Your crazed ways leave us anxious
Still, you continue to follow the music
The song has not yet left.
A contest entry
- Anything Goes by piccola.
900 points, ended December 26, 2008, 27 entries
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How 'bout "Following Your Music" or Following the music? ...
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thanks =)
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