I fly so high, when you're on my mind

A euphoria that none could ever find

Or even dream to be or perhaps not.

So many questions that I've now got,

Where to go on this perhaps fine day,

When all of the words just get in the way.

The heart supplanted does not erase

As my emotions go wherever they please.

07/18/2007

Author's Note: hmmm.....

Posted on 06/26/2008
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