Friday, August 31, 2012

saved

And maybe one day we'll all be saved.

All be able to live our lives the way our dreams tell us too

like whispers for children.

Maybe we'll fly.

or travel to countries where music is language

and rice is religion

and Peace, our pastel.

Maybe there's more.

But maybe its right in front of you.

the light in your eyes when you're driving to work.

The monotone hum of the radiator.

Maybe that's it.

Perspective is everything.

The way you brush your hair

or dot your i's.

the choices you make.

It's a matter of life and living.

We're all going to the same place

in the end

we are all alone

and all as one.

we're saved.

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