You hang tightly
onto the strings of your kite
in vain ambition
to decieve yourself
believing you have control
But Destiny is the wind
that blows through this town
Uncatchable,
unchangeable,
undeniable
You will either bend to her whims
or be broken

02/15/2005

Author's Note: things Benjamin Franklin fogot to tell us

Posted on 02/16/2005
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