Friday 4 April 2008

Sea of Bland Notion

The face fades into the mist,

Winking its last goodbye into the haze of nothingness,

Clear sky, clear meaning, clear mind,

Gone this time, gone for ever,

Memories flow back, ebbing towards the source,

Bounding forward and glistening with retrospective notions,

The persons now a distant ghost,

Their impact fading into the anticipation of tomorrow,

What will become of my daily existence?

Alone and free, or popular without a friend?

Only time will tell what the future will bring,

Everything and nothing lie waiting my arrival.

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