Apparently this poem is a mural in Denver International Airport or something... I dunno. I liked it anyway.
I was once a little child
who longed for other worlds.
But I am no more a child
for I have known fear,
I have learned to hate...
How tragic, then, is youth
which lives with enemies,
with gallows ropes.
Yet, I still believe
I only sleep today,
that I'll wake up,
a child again, and
start to laugh
and play.
4 comments:
Yeah, it was quite interesting.
--Ray
Ooooooh secret underground government conspiracy and all that :O
Yeah.
By a complete coincidence it was mentioned in a Muse article the next day.
I say coincidence when really I mean... CONSPIRACY!!! ZOMG!!!
--Ray
ZOMG ZOMG RUN FOR COOOOOVEEEEER!!!! Or not...¬_¬
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