We'll all be but the same old people we were,
we'll not think twice to reach for the stars;
only to come back to our roots and be
the same old people we were.
If only there was a vine with leaves as footholds to climb up to the very sun and dim it's light a little bit, would things in our universe be any different?
Monday, December 18, 2017
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