Sunday, January 16, 2011

Dreams From Dust

from where i once came was once where i came from
but still, i could never return from whence i came
for i cannot remember how i came to be where it is that i am now
however, if i were to trace my steps from here to there
and arrive at the place i started from,
i would still be lost
for i started as dust swirling about the tombstones of another mans dreams

2 comments:

  1. Hey Dude...
    When I looked at your comments to me I didn't find this... so it's great you told me. Wonderful.

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  2. Written in 2004.
    A bit of gibberish inspired by Irwin Franke.
    Oh, go ahead and try to find him, you can if you try real hard.

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