I had dreamed about this summer
a dream that I would finally be free
a dream where I would find my soul
a dream where I would learn to be
Instead my dream fell apart
piercing me like a shard of glass
hurting me like like a painful blow
I could only wait for it to pass
Never did get to see
never did get to dream
never did get to find my heart
nothing was ever what it seemed
Too bad about my so-called dream
where my friend and I would laugh and smile
upon the sand where we would lie
I would give anything for that little while
Under the palms we would relax
letting our minds finally free
under the sun we would watch
seeing what we had never seen
This summer is already over
too bad my dream just passed me by
it was totally fake, completely unreal
it might as well have been a lie
"All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps." Michael Ondaatje
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Summer Lie [Written Summer 2005]
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omg... that was beutiful... and is so tru about things...
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