Mysteries
Do you ever wonder...
Why the heart grows fond of certain things...
Or why we make rejections...
Why we grow old...
Some alone...
Some happy...
Indifferently...
Where your going...
How were getting there...
How long will it take...
Whats the purpose...
Will I ever find it...
Does it even exist...
But there is one thing I know for sure...
I can not wait to find out.
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surrealposted on 11/03/2009
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