Monday, March 21, 2005
A SHORT ONE....
She asked me, with a grey tone
What would I need to make things go?
I sat, silent, absorbed by an unknown.
She asked me again followed by another Q
What would it take to see a platform at the end of this slide?
Again, I contemplated to what is true.
Waiting for my mouth to drop open with answers
She shook her head.
Her next words:
Your actions spoke the answer instead.
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