At first glance
One would not appear capable
Of Godly viewing romance
In a world so shapeable

The tiny men on Main Street dance
Longing for a Wall Street chance
Dreaming of riches for much delight
Dreaming of secretes
Of what happened that night

It’s easy for someone even like me
To stand at six feet
To be able to see
A tiny trivial world
And ant farm colony
We fight be to be free
But life here is in captivity

11/20/2009

Posted on 11/21/2009
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