Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Tired.

We've been moving along nicely,
ever since we took our first breath.
By our first steps,
thats where I can find you.

I rest assured,
that while I count arithmatic,
you've got your head in the clouds.
I couldn't be happier.

I calculate each step,
make sure its in time.
But I try to leave everything to chance,
you told me to give it a whack.

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