Cannot sleep,
spend off all the restless days.
Cannot hope,
to find what seems the right way.

Cannot look,
jump off every cliff on a whim.
Cannot change,
all my prospects are looking dim.

Cannot lose,
never stand out in any way.
Cannot win,
why don't I give up every day?

My gift to you,
was a sense of purpose.
Your gift to me,
was a sense of destiny.
Our gift to us,
was a sense of love.
Whose gift to whom,
was a sense of accomplishment.

01/14/2004

Posted on 01/14/2004
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