BeHereNow
August 11th 2003, 01:46 PM
Perhaps it flies,
or moves in haste,
around an egg-shaped track.
An engine fails,
thus- halting speed,
the passengers lose flight.
From cell to cell,
down- through the veins,
they finally escape.
Such is the life,
and course to end,
of thoughts becoming words.
or moves in haste,
around an egg-shaped track.
An engine fails,
thus- halting speed,
the passengers lose flight.
From cell to cell,
down- through the veins,
they finally escape.
Such is the life,
and course to end,
of thoughts becoming words.