Thursday, 30 August 2012

Cold Trail

Pushing forward,
hunting past tomorrow.

What shall be found there?
Will the effort be worth it?

We dream of what's to come,
and fear of little until it's lost.

"Not everything can be this putrid!"
"Not everything can break us down,
as we go along in life!"

Our sincere hope
that it gets better.

And just as long as hoping
doesn't stop the moving,

we'll move on to greater things.

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